Childhood is a magical time.
It’s magical because children are looking at the world with fresh eyes – everything is new and exciting.
Imaginary friends, climbing trees, making daisy chains, running, shouting, skipping, dancing, making mud pies, building sandcastles, giggling at anything and everything and not caring what you look like…life at it’s most carefree.
When does the magic stop?
The magic took a direct hit the day I saw my dad putting the presents around the Christmas tree.
The “There is no Santa coz my dad says so” had been doing the rounds at school and that night my fears were confirmed.
I’d slipped downstairs to get a drink of water and through the glass pane in the door – I saw the truth.
There was no Santa.
The whiskey and mince pie were gone but the carrot was there, allbeit half of it missing.
I looked at that carrot the next day with the heavy heart of a child who wished she could turn back time.
It’s a sad moment in a child’s life but just as gutting for parents because it marks the end of that magical part of childhood.
That and the “Santa’s watching you, so behave!” bribe no longer works.
Life was still semi-magical on account of me not having any worries except trying to keep Ma sweet in order to safeguard my pocket money.
But the sparkle had gone.
I’d already boarded the puberty express, not that I understood why I was such a cow.
I morphed into the bitch from the bowels of hell. I HATED THE WORLD!!
And everybody in it except for Duran Duran.
Worry, bills, debt, illness, grief, loss, depression, sadness, bullying – all destroy the magic.
I’m almost 44 now and recently I’ve come to look at the world with tired eyes.
Pain, suffering, fighting, hate, killing, stealing, abuse, lies – a daily bombardment of misery – especially if you read the Daily Mail.
You can’t hide from it.
If you manage to avoid it in the media- you hear it in the cafe, “Did you hear that terrible story on the news?”
Terrible things were happening in the world when I was a child but my parents did their job well – warning me of the dangers in life but protecting me from the horrors.
Another reason why childhood is a magical time is that children instinctively live in the present and I believe that living in the now is where us old gits will rediscover the magic.
Finding the magical in the mundane doesn’t mean taking leave of your senses, it’s the opposite – it’s making the most of them.
We’re not talking Peter Pan here…
Peter Pan only exists in books, movies – and in the form of Cliff Richard.
It’s not about reclaiming your childhood – you can never get that time back.
It’s about living in the moment.
So often we walk around but miss things because we’re too busy thinking of the clothes that need ironing or the guttering that needs repairing.
Necessary but boring.
Meanwhile, we’re missing the rainbows.
Living in the moment means keeping distractions to a minimum.
At some point in every day..
Close the laptop.
Turn the PC off.
Switch the mobile to silent.
Use every one of your senses.
Tell yourself that, no matter what you are doing, you will think only about what you are doing.
If you are watching your children play – watch them playing.
If you are reading a book – lose yourself in the story.
If you are playing some music – put the headphones on and listen to the music without distraction.
Enjoy the food you are eating. Make it a pleasurable experience as opposed to throwing it down your neck before Corrie starts.
Choose foods which tantalise the senses and uplift you – for me, it’s the smell of Earl Grey tea and freshly baked bread.
I’ve lost my way recently. I’ve allowed the difficult situations in my life total head space. I have been the perfect example of living anywhere BUT the moment. I’ve been feeling so shit, it’s almost as if the Dementors have paid me a visit – draining me of every happy thought.
However, while I can’t control the situations, I can control how I deal with them – and when.
I took advantage of little man being home yesterday (due to the strikes) to practice what I’m preaching.
These were my magic moments.
- Having a snuggly lie in.
- Enjoying a milkshake and a cake in the cafe.
- Listening to birdsong and counting how many we could hear.
- Sitting in the garden under a sun-shade – eating ice lollies.
- Doing sums on his black board. (I hate sums but he lights up and that’s the magic)
- Walking the dog with little man swinging his pink Bratz handbag.
- Hearing a sleepy voice say, “I love you, my lovely mumma.” and feeling my heart fill with love.
The magic that I’m talking about is the feeling that you get with magical moments that you make or those that are unexplained.
The universe is amazing and some of my most magical moments have been out of this world – literally.
When you open your mind – you open up the possibilities.
Do you believe in magic?
Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it. ~ Roald Dahl
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