I have been writing lately, but not posting here.  Lots has changed but I just want to jump in to my daily magic.  I have been keeping a log for a few months of all the magic in my life.  I realized this past year that magic is everywhere, you just have to open your eyes and heart to see and feel it.  Once I started doing that everything changed.  Sometimes it’s BIG MAGIC and some days it’s little magic.  But every day there is magic.  Sometimes magic is just making it through a really hard day and slipping into a warm bed.  Other days it is sharing space with another beautiful soul and connecting deeply.  Yesterday, I witnessed my daughter’s magic.  It blew me away.

My youngest, Maya, who is eight walked home from school with a friend.  She came straight home and joined me in my office where I was getting some work done.  She started her homework and was telling me about her day.  She started complaining that two other older girls on the block were texting each other about getting together to ride bikes at 4pm.  Maya was upset because she doesn’t have a phone and was feeling like she was going to get left out.  I suggested Maya walk over and see if the other kids were getting together but Maya is pretty strong willed and said she didn’t want to bother if they weren’t going to include her she didn’t want to go anyway! “Ok, Maya but I’m sure they aren’t leaving you out on purpose, they are your friends after all,” I said.  “No, I don’t want to go anyway!” says Maya.  Clearly Maya’s feelings were hurt and when Maya is hurt, she gets angry to try to avoid the hurt feeling.  I let it go and we both kept working.

Suddenly, at 4:11pm the doorbell rings! Maya jumps up, “It’s them!” She and I both run to open the door.  There out in front of our house is the most beautiful group of neighborhood kids with all different size bikes and helmets and smiles.  “Maya, you want to come ride bikes with us?” they ask.  She lights up like a christmas tree and looks at me.  “Sure!” she says.  I close the door and we head to the garage to get her bike.  Before she makes it to the garage I call her to come back.  I hold her smiling face in my hands and tell her to look at me.  “Maya, remember this, they came.  Trust your friends.  They came.  They want you with them, life is better with you and they know it.”  “Yes, Ma,” she says.  She grabbed her bike and helmet and off she went out into the sunny day with her friends.  I closed the garage and teared up.  I thought of my friends, and how I know my life is better with them in it.  I thought of how they keep showing up to get me too.  I thanked God that my kids have such sweet kids around them to take them out for a bike ride on a Thursday afternoon.  See what I mean, Magic.