“There is no use trying,” said Alice; “one can’t believe impossible things.”
“I dare say you haven’t had much practice,” said the Queen. “When I was your age, I always did it for half an hour a day.
Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.”
– Lewis Carroll
A few years ago, this quote, attached to a magnet, arrived in my mailbox from one of my aunts. “This made me think of you,” the note read.
I’m a “What if” girl – as in “What if we don’t do things the way we have always done things just because it’s the way we’ve always done it?” and “What if we showed people what faith in Christ looked like instead of telling them what they should and shouldn’t be doing?”
My female offspring is proving to be following right along in my footsteps. Boy, oh boy, oh boy.
The girl can dream the wildest of dreams. She writes books and stories with vivid characters.
I have no idea where this comes from.
But I love her spirit, the one that lives in our reality only about ten percent of the time. Sometimes I have to invite her back to our world for a brief moment but most of the time, she’s inhabiting her own.
In a good way.
Today she bounded out of Kindergarten clutching a necklace made from a few beads and pasta threaded around a red piece of fuzzy yarn. “Mommy! I made you a necklace today!” she exclaimed while one of her slippers went flying the other direction. She giggled at her silliness.
The pasta necklace adorned my neck for the rest of the day and when I took it off, it occurred to me that there will come a day when she no longer makes me pasta necklaces at school. She will no longer fingerpaint, no longer perform plays for stuffed animals. She will forget what it’s like to pretend the day away and may grow self-conscious of the sequined dance costume she insists on wearing with bunny ears on her head.
“I don’t really do the princess thing anymore, Mommy” she replied when I asked her if she wanted to take a fluffy pink dress to Disney World. My heart crumbled.
But I’m praying she will still think of at least six impossible things before breakfast each day.
May your weekend be blessed with impossibly good things…