Now magickal moments are those special moments. Those special moments when all is right with the world and that ever elusive warm and comfy feeling floods your soul and there is nothing, absoluetly nothing that can destroy your world.
I am ever so thankful for these moments that I have been blessed with.
I was so hoping this summer would be a wonderous one, but as we marched into it with the knowledge of football workouts, tight income, job searches, and just those daily worries that we all have it seemed that it would just be summer - hot and tiresome. But something happened just the other day; it didn't change the fact that money is tight or the fact that the boys have to go to early morning workouts. That something changed a moment.............
The local farmers market is a project that my youngest son and I have undertaken. We don't have as much produce to sell as other vendors but we have alot of curious eyes that stop at our booth. Worms! Worms are what bring folks to talk with us - that and the fact that my son is quite the little salesman. In order to prepare for the market he and I went to the old corn field to dig some worms and yes, believe it or not, is when I experienced that magickal moment.
We drove as far down as we could. It has been raining heavily and so we stopped short of our destination to avoid getting stuck. Armed with buckets, a shovel and a pitchfork we slid through the mud to the worm beds - great mounds of corn stalks that the farmer had pushed to the edge of the field to make room for a crop of soy beans. Now my son is one of those people blessed with the gift of gab. He loves to talk. I talk loudly but near as much as my son. We had been there for about 45 minutes; I was moving dirt, he was watching for worms. I took a slight break and looked at him. He was intently watching the dirt, ever talking, full of the energy of an eight year old. He stopped and looked at me, gave me one of those big ole smiles with those brown sparkly eyes - just a moment - a quiet, speachess moment - then it was gone, he started talking, watching the earth with quick moving eyes and I went back to digging.
That night we were prepared our wares for the next days sales; loading the truck with table, chairs, plastic bags and worm cups, washing fresh veggies picked from the garden, labeling paper bags with sassafrass root and baking bread and cookies. It was the baking that provided the next moment - baking peanut butter cookies. He had helped me mix the ingredients for the bread and the cookies and was sitting on the counter as I stirred it all up - wanting to help - but cookies dough gets hard for little ones to stir sometimes. So as I rolled the dough up, forming the balls to be placed on the cookies sheet, I told him he could make the criss-cross pattern with the fork. I dipped the fork in the flour and showed him how. He was thrilled! He loved doing that! "Oh this is fun! I can do this!" he exclaimed. I watched as he happily worked. Again, he stopped and looked at me. I bout fell into those eyes, eyes glistening with happiness and love. "Momma, can I have a hug?" We were covered in flour as that warm and comfy feeling filled my heart and soul. That evening I could feel a flood of love in my house, even as we busied ourselves with the prepartion of the next day. It was like a dam had busted and all the energy was aimed straight at my family.
This is what I had wanted for the summer. To share a love of the life and the world with my sons - espically my youngest son. I fear those precious moments with my older two sons these days will be fewer and farther between. Looking back now I can see that my being layed off may be the best thing that has happened for this family. I wish I had been layed off when my older boys were young.
Following is a post I made on a message board that I used to be active on. It tells of another magickal moment that I wanted to include here. Magickal Moments dont' happen often enough to be taken for granted. Be thankful when they happen and treasure them in your heart. Make time to spend with your loved ones. Wasted time isnt' a returnable thing.
The local farmers market is a project that my youngest son and I have undertaken. We don't have as much produce to sell as other vendors but we have alot of curious eyes that stop at our booth. Worms! Worms are what bring folks to talk with us - that and the fact that my son is quite the little salesman. In order to prepare for the market he and I went to the old corn field to dig some worms and yes, believe it or not, is when I experienced that magickal moment.
We drove as far down as we could. It has been raining heavily and so we stopped short of our destination to avoid getting stuck. Armed with buckets, a shovel and a pitchfork we slid through the mud to the worm beds - great mounds of corn stalks that the farmer had pushed to the edge of the field to make room for a crop of soy beans. Now my son is one of those people blessed with the gift of gab. He loves to talk. I talk loudly but near as much as my son. We had been there for about 45 minutes; I was moving dirt, he was watching for worms. I took a slight break and looked at him. He was intently watching the dirt, ever talking, full of the energy of an eight year old. He stopped and looked at me, gave me one of those big ole smiles with those brown sparkly eyes - just a moment - a quiet, speachess moment - then it was gone, he started talking, watching the earth with quick moving eyes and I went back to digging.
That night we were prepared our wares for the next days sales; loading the truck with table, chairs, plastic bags and worm cups, washing fresh veggies picked from the garden, labeling paper bags with sassafrass root and baking bread and cookies. It was the baking that provided the next moment - baking peanut butter cookies. He had helped me mix the ingredients for the bread and the cookies and was sitting on the counter as I stirred it all up - wanting to help - but cookies dough gets hard for little ones to stir sometimes. So as I rolled the dough up, forming the balls to be placed on the cookies sheet, I told him he could make the criss-cross pattern with the fork. I dipped the fork in the flour and showed him how. He was thrilled! He loved doing that! "Oh this is fun! I can do this!" he exclaimed. I watched as he happily worked. Again, he stopped and looked at me. I bout fell into those eyes, eyes glistening with happiness and love. "Momma, can I have a hug?" We were covered in flour as that warm and comfy feeling filled my heart and soul. That evening I could feel a flood of love in my house, even as we busied ourselves with the prepartion of the next day. It was like a dam had busted and all the energy was aimed straight at my family.
This is what I had wanted for the summer. To share a love of the life and the world with my sons - espically my youngest son. I fear those precious moments with my older two sons these days will be fewer and farther between. Looking back now I can see that my being layed off may be the best thing that has happened for this family. I wish I had been layed off when my older boys were young.
Following is a post I made on a message board that I used to be active on. It tells of another magickal moment that I wanted to include here. Magickal Moments dont' happen often enough to be taken for granted. Be thankful when they happen and treasure them in your heart. Make time to spend with your loved ones. Wasted time isnt' a returnable thing.
8-26-02
Last night me and the oldest decided to bake some cookies.
The youngest came running, so excited, into the kitchen.
"I wanna help!" "I wanna lick the spoon"
As the 3 of us were in the kitchen gathering the ingredients the middle son came in.
"What kind are we baking?"
I had the warmest feeling in my heart as all 3 boys momentairly pitched in to get the project rolling. Then, the oldest wandered back into the living room, followed close behing by the middle child.
As I walked by the youngest, who was perched on a stool, he reached out for me. I turned and there was the biggest ole smile and he said, "Mama ya know why I love parents? Cause sometimes they bake cookies!" His eyes were twinkling as he leaned in to give me one of them ever so precious hugs.
Then he climbed down and joined his brothers in the living room. What a toasty feeling I had.
As my ears starting picking up on, "No, it's my turn." "Leave it alone." "Ya'll never let me play." it dawned on me that moments that we just had were few and far between. I realize that childhood is a fleeting thing. I think I'm gonna start baking more cookies.
Last night me and the oldest decided to bake some cookies.
The youngest came running, so excited, into the kitchen.
"I wanna help!" "I wanna lick the spoon"
As the 3 of us were in the kitchen gathering the ingredients the middle son came in.
"What kind are we baking?"
I had the warmest feeling in my heart as all 3 boys momentairly pitched in to get the project rolling. Then, the oldest wandered back into the living room, followed close behing by the middle child.
As I walked by the youngest, who was perched on a stool, he reached out for me. I turned and there was the biggest ole smile and he said, "Mama ya know why I love parents? Cause sometimes they bake cookies!" His eyes were twinkling as he leaned in to give me one of them ever so precious hugs.
Then he climbed down and joined his brothers in the living room. What a toasty feeling I had.
As my ears starting picking up on, "No, it's my turn." "Leave it alone." "Ya'll never let me play." it dawned on me that moments that we just had were few and far between. I realize that childhood is a fleeting thing. I think I'm gonna start baking more cookies.