Bear asks me a lot of "whys" these days.
Why is the man going over there? Why do I have to sleep? Why are we not going to the zoo today? Why I have to wear pants? It's excessive at times, but what can I say? She's curious.
So I try my best to answer her questions as best as I can. Sometimes I find myself at a loss for words trying to explain some of the more difficult things.
One day after asking another why (
Why the plants grow up and up and up? Why the clouds are hiding the sun? Why does the radio make music?), she came up with her own answer.
"I know! It's magic, right?"
I thought about it a while and didn't really correct her. If you look at it from a three and half year old perspective, most things are "magic." It's only as we get older and learn about things like cell growth, atmospheric change and radio waves that we stop seeing the "magic" in plant growth, a hiding sun, radio music or in a great many things for that matter.
Bear sees magic and miracles in all those things that seem so mundane and ordinary. Water spraying out of a fountain has no pipes or mechanisms connected to it, tomatoes turning red as they ripen have nothing to do with pigmentation and chemical change, and fun house mirrors are just fun and not a trick of bending light. To her, it's a magical world.
And so it shall be...
Yet, we get older, we learn more and we lose that appreciation and wonder of things that we can't explain. We see more heartache, we suffer through more challenges, and our days become settled in routines. The "whys" that we ask, tend to air more on the side of "why me?"
Perhaps seeing a little more "magic" in our days might be good for us...
