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The best thing about raising a child is going through the magic of existence again. Sometimes “magic” is just shorthand for things you can’t explain properly like how an airplane flies or pornography. Of course I am kidding, my son knows about thrust and lift. (Great now the jokes are eating themselves) Then there is the super magic, the Santa Clause, Easter Bunny, Tooth fairy variety. It is the kind of magic that we use to stop whining and tantrums and shoplifting. It is the kind we rename Jesus later on in life when we can’t trust ourselves. Of all the magic it’s the everyday magic that I enjoy the most. That’s the kind where yellow and blue make green and kisses fix bruises. It’s the kind where daddy can read with his eyes closed and burp on command. This is the stuff we all forget about when we get older. It’s the stuff that makes childhood so beautiful. Today I killed a little magic. I gave my son a peek behind the curtain. You see, he has always been impressed with my ability to know, within a second or two, when the light would turn green. He was in fact under the impression that daddy could actually MAKE the light turn green. Of course daddy can. Daddy’s have magic. I know that by and by he will come to understand that his daddy is just a guy. An especially goofy guy sure, but just a guy nevertheless. I guess today was the day that began that lesson. It was a little sad to be honest, letting him know to watch the cross traffic light for the yellow signal. It was a little difficult admitting that I had no power over traffic lights, nor the power of precognition. But, when I turned to look at him after he “got it”, he gave me that smile. It was a smile that said “You got me you sly dog”, and at the next light he called the green. As we drove through he told me he loved me. I then realized that I may have taken away a little magic, but I had given him a secret. Now we both know. Now we are a team.
One magic for another.