Updated: Aug. 22, 2015
Originally Published: Dec. 3, 2012
I vividly recall the day true magic graced my home—a kind of magic that sparks wonder in children and creates memories that last a lifetime. This wasn’t the fleeting joy of Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny, nor was it the silly antics of that quirky uncle who can detach his thumb. No, this magic is distinct; it deepens over time and never fades away.
It was a winter in New York City, and my son, then just three years old, was perched by the window, staring at the dreary sky. With Christmas approaching, the atmosphere felt anything but festive. The forecast predicted rain, and the unusually warm weather dashed any hopes of snow. I had resigned myself to this fact, but my son remained hopeful.
We lived on a bustling avenue where traffic was chaotic. In the past, we played a fun game where I would ask him to identify the colors of passing cars, count the vehicles at the stoplight, and giggle at the drivers caught in the rush hour madness. But on this day, he wasn’t interested in games. Instead, he gazed skyward, waiting expectantly.
“What are you looking at, buddy?” I asked, curious.
“I’m looking out da window!” he replied, a bit of drool escaping his lips.
“I can see that. But what are you waiting for? A plane?” I prompted, glancing up as well.
“I’m waiting for sthnow!” he exclaimed with a lisp that made my heart ache.
He resembled a chubby little yellow rabbit in his bright footie pajamas, rosy cheeks, and wide brown eyes, gazing up at the slate-grey sky as if he anticipated a shower of sweets.
Knowing that no snow was predicted, I felt a pang of disappointment for him. As parents, we strive to shield our children from disappointment, especially during the holiday season. He refused to budge from the window, awaiting the snow that seemed unlikely.
“I don’t think it’s going to snow today, sweetie,” I said gently. Explaining El Niño to a three-year-old wasn’t going to help, so I did what any sensible parent would do: I made him a promise.
“If I promise it will snow soon, will you come away from the window?” I asked.
“You promisth to make it sthnow, Mommy?” he replied, eyes wide with hope.
“Yes, I promise, but only if you come to the living room with me,” I negotiated.
“Okay! Do it now!” he insisted, as only a three-year-old can.
I reached into my pocket and found…nothing. So, I pretended to cup something in my hand, rubbing it between my palms, kissing it, and blowing it toward the window.
“What wasth that! What wasth that!” he shouted, bouncing with excitement.
“Ah! That, dear Sir Bunny…was Mommy Magic! And with this Mommy Magic, it will snow. Real soon,” I said mysteriously.
We walked away from the window, but ten minutes later, he was back, hopping and shouting, “It’s sthnowing! It’s STHNOWING!!!”
I thought to myself, “Is my child hallucinating?” But as I looked outside, there it was—a gentle snowfall blanketing the city streets in white.
“Mommy Magic worked!” he cheered.
We stood in awe, the city muted under the soft embrace of snow. From that day onward, whenever he had a minor injury from his rambunctious play, all I needed to do was invoke Mommy Magic, and his tears would vanish.
Thankfully, he never expected me to conjure snow or make rain disappear after that day. He believed in the magic just once—and that was enough to instill a sense of wonder in his heart. I still can’t explain why it snowed that day; even the weather anchors were baffled. I wonder if it really was my promise, or if the true magic lies within the boundless imagination of a toddler.
Fast forward to tonight—my son is twelve now and returned home with a nasty bruise from basketball. As I tucked him in and listened to him recount his day, he asked me to rub some Mommy Magic on his knee so he could perform well tomorrow. I was surprised he still believed in it, but I indulged him, and we shared a laugh. Though it was an ugly bruise and surely painful, I would do anything to help him feel better.
His belief in Mommy Magic means one thing: even if the world around us is skeptical, he still believes in me.
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Summary
This heartfelt blog post recounts a mother’s enchanting moment with her son, where a touch of “Mommy Magic” brings the unexpected joy of snowfall during a warm winter day. As her son grows, the belief in this magic evolves, representing the enduring bond between mother and child.
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