Moms are Magic. This is not news, we all knew that. Or did we?
Moms turn into magic the moment they hold their child on their arms and they cast a spell on the baby. The spell that makes her food taste the best, make her healing kisses really take the pain away (how does she do it?, I kept asking myself after every fall).
The only explanation I could get is that magic was involved in this process. It had to be. So I investigated, I analized “mom behaviour”, and I couldn’t find nothing out of the ordinary. She would cook, she would drive, she would bathe us… All normal.
Fast forward to my adult life, when mom is gone and there is more younger people around me. I mentally went back to the behavioural analysis I did of my mom and discovered that all that I had taken for granted for so many years had a huge effort behind it.
But it wasn’t until something very common yet, very specific, happened with me and my niece that I could see it.
She fell down (that is the common part) and cried (even more common) so I went to hug her and calm her down, but she would only want her mom. And I was thinking: “Hey, I’m here and I love you so much”. But she wouldn’t have it. (And to be honest, 3 year old me wouldn’t have had it either.) As soon as my sister came into the room, my niece calmed down and, after a mamma bear hug, she came back to playing.
And there it was. The magic.
The aura that moms have to make everything seem easy and effortless.
And sometimes moms don’t know they are magic. And dads, well most dads don’t have a clue what magic is.
To all the mamas, and to mine in particular, thanks for the MAGIC.