I am the magic.
Yes, that's me. I didn't used to be the magic but I am now. I have to be. It's either sink or swim. I must admit, my magic isn't very strong however. My mom, her magic? Wow. Now there's something to talk about. Or not. .. because it's magic. No one knew how it happened, or when, but the toilet paper was always there. It magically appeared in the cupboard or on the spool. Food on the table? Every day. Snacks in the cupboard? There. Clean clothes? Check the basket. Ride home from school? Just look out the window. There she was. No one noticed or said thanks, just there she was, there it was, there we were, well cared for without a thought about how all these special things were pre-ordained for our comfort and enjoyment.
And now I need to be the magic. I feel sorry for the members of my family who resorted to kleenex that was on the other side of the house when I failed to buy more toilet paper to replenish our supply on time, or the ones who had no underwear because there just wasn't any there, and the ones who asked for bananas but, well, the banana's they had gone into hiding and no one had noticed until... Yes, well, the magic is getting stronger. I am learning to be the magic, learning that the things that showed up at my mom's won't come to my house without any effort on my part.
Living on your own you don't really need magic. You're in charge. Everything you have is yours and you use everything so you know when you're out.. and when you're out, well, it's an adventure. Who cares. Sometimes you feast, sometimes you... eat crackers and cheese whiz and peanut butter for supper. No one will complain.. But when there is family, there must be magic. And I am learning. Who can anticipate a cold and make sure chicken noodle soup can be on hand, or that unique cut on the hand that requires a special bandaid.. or any bandaid at all?! Everything runs out eventually, and so must I. Run out, compare shop, watch the ads and know that London Drugs sometimes sells Virgin Olive Oil at a ridiculous price that you can't get anywhere else, and time it all so that you always have what you need and a little extra in case the unexpected happens or friends come over. My magic is ruined by rancid butter and other events that didn't ask me for permission to occur but really put a kink in my house of tricks. It's coming along though - and that's the crazy thing. It's amazing how our capacity to be what we are increases just because it has to. I imagine me in 15 years, the things that will be automatic, the things that a new mom will grow weak and faint at when she sees my great house wifely ability.. hah! For now, I just keep telling myself.. be the magic.. be the magic.. and it will grow.
Yes, that's me. I didn't used to be the magic but I am now. I have to be. It's either sink or swim. I must admit, my magic isn't very strong however. My mom, her magic? Wow. Now there's something to talk about. Or not. .. because it's magic. No one knew how it happened, or when, but the toilet paper was always there. It magically appeared in the cupboard or on the spool. Food on the table? Every day. Snacks in the cupboard? There. Clean clothes? Check the basket. Ride home from school? Just look out the window. There she was. No one noticed or said thanks, just there she was, there it was, there we were, well cared for without a thought about how all these special things were pre-ordained for our comfort and enjoyment.
And now I need to be the magic. I feel sorry for the members of my family who resorted to kleenex that was on the other side of the house when I failed to buy more toilet paper to replenish our supply on time, or the ones who had no underwear because there just wasn't any there, and the ones who asked for bananas but, well, the banana's they had gone into hiding and no one had noticed until... Yes, well, the magic is getting stronger. I am learning to be the magic, learning that the things that showed up at my mom's won't come to my house without any effort on my part.
Living on your own you don't really need magic. You're in charge. Everything you have is yours and you use everything so you know when you're out.. and when you're out, well, it's an adventure. Who cares. Sometimes you feast, sometimes you... eat crackers and cheese whiz and peanut butter for supper. No one will complain.. But when there is family, there must be magic. And I am learning. Who can anticipate a cold and make sure chicken noodle soup can be on hand, or that unique cut on the hand that requires a special bandaid.. or any bandaid at all?! Everything runs out eventually, and so must I. Run out, compare shop, watch the ads and know that London Drugs sometimes sells Virgin Olive Oil at a ridiculous price that you can't get anywhere else, and time it all so that you always have what you need and a little extra in case the unexpected happens or friends come over. My magic is ruined by rancid butter and other events that didn't ask me for permission to occur but really put a kink in my house of tricks. It's coming along though - and that's the crazy thing. It's amazing how our capacity to be what we are increases just because it has to. I imagine me in 15 years, the things that will be automatic, the things that a new mom will grow weak and faint at when she sees my great house wifely ability.. hah! For now, I just keep telling myself.. be the magic.. be the magic.. and it will grow.
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love Sue
Thatta girl! Boy, is ever ever a learning curve, heh? I always enjoy reading your posts. "You've got thank the magic for this!"