Last night, my kids put on a show. This is a frequent occurrence, and not surprising at all considering they are my children and I spent my entire childhood putting on shows for my parents. Whether they liked it or not.
The show opened with Sage, in full pink ballerina gear, dancing beautifully to the music in her head, as she wedged herself between the coffee table and the TV. It continued with Thalia, in some insane blue fairy princess costume (keep away from open flame), singing and flitting about the room like Tinkerbell on crack. Her song went something like this:
Dreams are magic
I love dreams. Dreaming dreams.
When you find a dream that’s your one dream in your life….
You can wish on a starry night there’s a dream up there somewhere.
Find the dream you want…find iiiit for there is oooone
Up in the stars, the starry night, the dream of your heart.
Her song was the most sappy, Disneyfied, saccharine thing ever to come out of a child’s mouth at one time.
Surely it was inspired by something she saw on the Disney Fantasy Cruise. As she sang, I could feel 6, maybe 7 cavities spontaneously emerging from beneath my tooth enamel.
And yet there I sat, all teary and sniffly. And totally, 100% in love.
Recently, Thalia came home a little frustrated when a little girl in her class said “I don’t believe in magic.” (Ironically, a girl who believes in Jesus.) I taught Thalia to say “well I disagree but I respect your opinion.”
I hope there’s never a time she doesn’t believe in magic and dreams and wishing on stars.
Sometimes I wish I did too.
I miss it.