“Momma, close your eyes. I’m going to make Magic”
Itty Bitty stood on the grassy hill that gently sloped down from the library’s brick wall. She had just grasped an entire Dandelion puff in her tiny hand and was squeezing her teeny fist as tightly as possible.
“Ok, can I open them now?” I asked, playing along to see where this would go.
“Now Momma! Look I made Magic!” she giggled.
I opened my eyes and saw her standing there surrounded by soft lilting Dandelion seeds wishing in the slight breeze with a huge gaping grin, awestruck by the magic she had created.
At that moment an elderly gentleman passed by leaning heavily on his cane. I saw him chuckling with a gleam in his eye, entranced by my daughter.
She did it. She really did make magic. In that moment she was a master magician, bewitching the adults who happened upon her spell.
I stood there smiling at her, after he passed by, watching the seeds float on. After a moment she skipped off to the next flower and did it again, repeating the script and game over and over.
At one point she told me that she was a pollinator. In another she bent down and hugged the ground telling me that she was hugging her shadow like Peter Pan before telling me that she is a sunshine stopper. She scoured the landscaped for fallen Dogwood flower petals telling me that she needs to explore the differences among the fallen pieces.
I had my phone in my hand the whole time. At some moments I stood there capturing the scene through the photo lens and at other not really paying attention as I texted a friend back.
I giggled when she giggled. I watched her skip and frolic over to the adjoining grassy field speckled with yellow and white Dandelion blossoms, knowing that she is my last baby to play like this out in the field.
As I watch my baby grow up, I’ve noticed this one truth…
Learning is Magic.
Magic happens whether I plan it or not.
Magic happens when I let go and allow them to explore.
Magic happens when I step back and take MY hands off.
Learning can, and does, happen when I’m leading or introducing new things but that learning isn’t really magical. Fun yes. Joy filled yes. But magical, no.
This moment didn’t happen because I orchestrated the timing or set things up beforehand. We were in the in between. We were moving between her one on one time at the public library and picking up her siblings at piano lessons. We just happened to have a handful of extra minutes because I got cold under the AC indoors and wanted a moment to bask in the sun before rushing to the next event.
In that moment, under those circumstances, I gave her absolute freedom and in that freedom she made magic.
Making room for magic made all the difference.
It always makes the difference…
as long as I get out of the way long enough to allow it.