The Magic of Motherhood
What my children will remember
There are mornings I step back from myself, and I see it all. I see the stardust sprinkled across the hardwood floor. Sparkling as the sun’s rays shine through the windows. I see the dandelion dust in the air. Floating up and down and around her as she prances by. I see the sunshine in her laughter. Lighting up the entire world around us as if everything before was complete darkness.
There are afternoons that I sit back and watch. I watch as kingdoms are built within her imagination. Tales of princesses and pirates going out to the high seas. I watch as songs are sung on winded breath as she runs around the house time and time again. I watch as she dances across the ocean of her imagination. On an adventure to get to someplace new.
This is motherhood. Witnessing the magic that is created. Watching as laughter and wonder create a symphony of joy within my home.
My children will not remember their childhood in photographs. They will remember their childhood through the sound of pattering feet across the hardwood floor. Through the warmth of the sun’s rays shining in from the window. Through the blowing of dandelion dust on a windy summer day. Through the laughter that brings light. Through stories and songs and dancing.
My children will remember a childhood of imagination and magic and wonder. They will remember a childhood in which we were present, in which we were active. Not a childhood lost to screentime or separation. A childhood found in the wild, crazy, chaos that needs picked up every night, trails left behind as evidence of all the magic and wonder we created together.
The magic of motherhood. The wonder of childhood.
Let’s continue the conversation:
What magic do you remember from your own childhood?
How are you (or would you) create that same magic for your kids?
What is something you hope your children remember from their childhood?