A little magic everywhere...

It's a typical mom reaction.

What you see: the dust, clutter, laundry, unwashed dishes, shoes on the floor

What you think: "oh man, I really gotta finish cleaning that, pick this up, go do that"

But as I sat enjoying a few minutes of actual reading (yes, a big-girl book, all mine!) on a self-declared lazy Sunday morning, my son taught me another valuable lesson.

With the morning sunlight streaming in through the window, he sat on the couch and leaned over, hit the middle cushion with his hands. As I looked up I witnessed the long awaited release of 1,000,000 pieces of dust flying up from the couch and of course, having those lovely rays of sunshine coming in through the curtains, each and every particle was gloriously showcased in their mad dash for freedom....(sigh)

But of course, this is my home, my children. Normalcy is a far-away land of imagination and never quite the case.

As I opened my mouth to say something "Please don't do that" (so I can pretend I won't be motivated to get up immediately and vacuum the cushions) I'm simultaneously thinking "Darn it, now I gotta get up and vacuum the cushions" my son, in his infinite wisdom declared, "Pixie Dust! I can fly!!"

And after a momentary pause, while I processed what he had actually said...(keep in mind, he's 12) all I could do was laugh. It makes you realize, a split second like that, how precious and short the good times can be. The never-ending mediocrity of day to day life fades away and the all consuming rush to get things done can always, briefly, be put aside.

Of course, I went ahead and said (with a smile and little giggle now) "Please don't do that again" while thinking..."I can vacuum tomorrow."

A little bit of pixie dust never hurt anybody....who knows, maybe tomorrow I can fly!