On a magic childhood ride

I vividly remember life as a child being really magical at times. In a more literal example, I remember the sense of wonder magic and fantasy I felt when my family visited the Orlando theme parks in the early nineties and how I felt so free "riding" the bicycle on the E.T. ride at Universal Studios. Even more pronounced are my fond memories of the anticipation of Christmas. I'm sure others share the sentiment of innocence and excitement in childhood while waiting annual traditions to unfold.

Sometimes I resent how, in the move from childhood to adulthood, our calendar shifts from "school-and-summer," responsibility-and-freedom...to fiscal years and quarters and months that just repeat without much change. My friend C and I often talk about how time moves more quickly the older we get, and it's pretty easy to understand why: Where childhood presents extraordinary growth and milestones each and every year, adulthood tends to chug along and finds us asking ourselves, "What year is it? How old am I?" (It's hard to keep track after 21).

Not to go down the path of re-living our dreams through our children, but I do sense some of the magic coming back. Our son is three and I think this year started to understand what Christmas represents--the sacred and the secular--and it was delightful to experience his anticipation with him. Our daughter is one and, with her beautiful brown eyes, amazes me with her innocent wonder of each new life encounter. It gives me a calming awareness of the completeness of family. A satisfying sense of wonder and magic for the continuity of life.

**P.S. If you enjoy this reading this blog, please click the Follow button in the top right of the sidebar. Then you won't miss a thing. Thanks for reading!