It struck me last night as my boys waited for daddy to get home to light some torches they "built", that they still believe in the magic of childhood. Those torches were sticks from the woods stuck in the snow pile. Nothing else. Yet they believed they would light and burn with blue sparks and fire, because they said so. Hard to fight seven year old logic, not that I do, it's impossible to make a point with that child so we simply let them believe. The sticks became rockets, became flares, became torches and then they were torches complete with story. And they would burn.
They still believe in faeries, gnomes, leprechauns, trolls, witches, heroes, villains, dwarfs and the big one, Santa. And we let them. The world is huge place with plenty of time when they're older to realize that no, those things don't exist. I'm pretty sure in fact that someone soon will get a gleeful joy from informing Union that indeed Santa is not who he thinks it is. Boy do they have another thing coming, he'll never let them hear the end of it. When he is right he is right and righteous in his beliefs.
Are they leading a sheltered life, yes. Do I care, no. It's simple, I don't thinks kids at the age of 5 should watch PG13 movies, I don't think Transformers 2 is appropriate for my sons, they don't need the newest and hottest anything. And no, nintendo/no-friend-o is not happening here why would I want to numb their brains? What they need each day is for mom and dad to be there, loving them, supporting them, showing them the way. Kids depend on a rhythm, and that each day is just about like the next. The rhythm of life is more important than a perfect GAP hoodie, the most toys or watching violent/sexual movies. They need to believe in magical things and be free to be kids.
Why? Too soon they will find out that all is not magical, but they need to draw on the beauty that was, to lead them through to adulthood. I know my life was somewhat magical for a long time, then I ran as far and as fast away from that, only to eventually wind up giving my kids a magical life. Imagine that. Rooted in beauty I hope they will find their way back to it and continue the cycle. It's my hope.
For now we're going to be dreaming up new leprechaun traps because he's a sneaky one! And we'll listen to stories about Santa and North Polar Bear. We'll try to light blue sparkling torches because we still believe.
Peace and Love--