A Magical Mom With An Enchanted House

I realized something today. I don't know what happened to caused my clarity of thought which opened my eyes. It may be the planets are aligned just so, or it was in the numbers, or my hormones. No matter what it was, I realized that I have magical powers. Not only that, I live in an enchanted house! I do!

I should tell you a little of myself first. I am just a plain average person. I have brown hair and green eyes. I am a little below average in height. But, what I lack in height I make up for in dexterity. For I, and I alone can remove a tube from a toilet paper dispenser and replace it with a new roll of paper. I thought it was just an average skill, normal. Today I realized I am the only one in my home who can do this! It's amazing how we can overlook our own talents! I won't be taking that talent for granted anymore!

My magic I have always taken for granted too! Being a mom, I know what I am going to tell you might sound like a dream come true for you. I can actually walk into my laundry room and go to any of the dirty clothes hampers; whites, darks, lights, hand wash, bedding and towels, and I can pull out COMPLETELY CLEAN CLOTHES! Seriously, I can! I know what you are thinking, "That is every mother's dream to be able to reach in to a hamper and pull out clean clothes!" Since I know my powers are rare, I have to tell you, it is the most amazing feeling to know you can get clean clothes out of your hamper. We are all so busy. We only want to do things once. Sometimes it's just a struggle to get them done that once. So as you can tell, I feel blessed that I can skip a step or two with my magic!

Another thing my magic can do is I can just look at my girls and they will get on track, whether is is telling the truth, staying on task or apologizing. Hmmm. . .  or maybe some how they can read my thoughts . . .

I can magically get them to eat the food they claim looks disgusting by telling them it is from Hawaii or any other place they would like to travel to. Just a matter of some simple words.

Words can be so magical! I really don't know any magical words. It's not like I am a witch or something. Although, I have been mistaken for one once, or twice . . . or a dozen times. I never went to a magical school, and did not learned any magic tricks! So this has all come as a surprise for me. I should stop taking about me and all the blessing of my magical powers. I know I could be causing you to get jealous.

I should tell you there are some draw backs. I get so busy and stressed out I can magically make my car disappear from the parking spot I parked it in. I really can move cars, just by stress. Just be thankful you aren't magical.

The other thing which can happen is I can magically forget that my girls need to be somewhere at a certain time. I knew about it all day. It's on the calendar, planner, etc. Everything is ready to go. But the thought of the event disappears from my mind.

I must end all this. I don't want you to feel sorry for me. I do need to tell you the relief I felt when I finally realized that my house and the things in my home are enchanted! I believe once an object enters through the doors of my home, they become enchanted!

I mean milk! Who has ever heard of milk being enchanted? In our house it is! It can get out of it's container and on to the floor all by its self! Amazing, I know! Seriously, no one in my family did it. I asked them. Besides I have taught them numerous times how to clean it up and what to use. I know - I know the milk is enchanted!

The other day we had toothpaste all over the counter in the bathroom. It clearly looked as though little finger had made the designs on the counter top. Again, no! My girls know that would be wasteful. You see, the toothpaste is enchanted.

You don't want to try to do your hair in our bathrooms. Not because of the toothpaste . . . you can't find a comb or a brush. I don't think they grow wings, because when we find them they don't have any. But somehow, whatever is happening, whoever is doing this, knows when I buy new scruntchies. They too disappear!

It's everywhere! In our kitchen you can open up cupboard doors and find completely empty boxes or containers. All the content left! Their gone! No one ate them. Oh, no, not in this house! They know to ask. Really who would leave empty container in a cupboard? I mean if a person were to snitch the food wouldn't they just simply throw the container away? The trash can is right there! One of my family members would know by now that my powers make it so that if it's out of sight it is out of my mind. So they wouldn't leave it there for me to find it!

Staying in the kitchen we have a problem with things magically walking around and getting in the wrong drawers and cabinets. I prefer to think of them dancing about as in Beauty and the Beast.  But nothing has danced for me yet!

I hid all the scissors in our home in the top drawer of the five drawer filing cabinet after my girls started styling each others hair . . . for free. I am so proud that they love to serve each other. For some reason though I wanted to impair the development of this particular creativity. Anyway, the scissor are in the top drawer safe from their reach. Somehow, they got out! Really! My girls didn't do it. They know they would get in trouble!

After church they change out of their dresses. they are asked to put them in the dirty clothes or hang them up. Then, I ask them, "Did you hang them up?" They of course reassure me that they are responsible because I have taught them well. Somehow later that night, I see there dress in their room on the floor! Now tell me how does that happen?

I know what you are thinking, "her children just need to clean up after themselves and then they'll stop!" Hah, yeah! I thought that too, until I realized that it really wasn't them. It was the things in our home are enchanted!

Here's an example: I got everyone new socks for Christmas. Not a fun gift, I know. They were needed nonetheless. We opened them I believe early morning of the 25th of December. By December 26th I couldn't find any matches and haven't since. That includes my own!

Do our feet stink? I mean really! To have all of our enchanted socks rebel against us! Don't they know our feet and shoes would be far worse without them? Maybe, we weren't grateful enough! I don't know. I know what you are thinking, "I always have all my socks folded. You just simply put them in the laundry. Wash them. Dry them. Then fold and put away!" I KNOW! I really didn't know what was going wrong! You have know idea the sense of peace I have knowing that the socks just become enchanted!

With all this excitement, I still wish for more. I know you think, "Gee, she's never satisfied!" Please hear me out. I wonder if there is a way to use my magical powers to turn my weeds in my yard into enchanted weeds. See they have never entered through my doors. They never get the chance to become enchanted. My wish is that the weeds could become enchanted and disappear like brushes, socks, and scruntchies. Or that they could just some how come out of the ground and lay on the ground like the milk, chips, and toilet paper does on the floor. Or maybe I could use my laundry room make and just pull the weeds out and they change into something useful like strawberries.

I better stop telling you all thing! I can tell I need to go make some faces at my girls. There are a few shoes which danced their way in to this room. I have vowed to not forget any of my girls things today. I will not stress out so that I will not make my car disappear in the parking lot today when we are at . . . .

Nineteen and a half years ago in McMinnville, Oregon I was in the hospital becoming a mom for the first time. The first thing we heard was, "Look at all that hair!" They swaddled her up and placed her in my arms. I looked at her and marveled with excitement. I was a mom! My mother had become a mom many times over. Since I was the second oldest of seven children I had seen a baby a few times. However, I had never seen one fresh out of the womb. As I was taking in my newborn baby, I noticed some bruising from the labor. Then I noticed something else. For reassurance I asked, "Am I just paranoid or does she look like she had Down Syndrome?"

They looked at her. They looked a little longer. They moved her around. Finally they replied with, "She does have a few characteristics that downs have. We'll have to do some blood tests."

That was not supposed be there answer. They were supposed to say, "No, that is how all new borns look." The floor hit the ceiling and the room began to spin. How could this be? 

 In my college child development text book it talked all about down syndrome and how it happened. They said it happened mainly to older parents. They said it was the most dreaded of all handicaps there are. That was someone's opinion they were trying to push on the masses.

I was puzzled. I drank blended up green vegetables before I conceived her. I drank green blended up vegetables while I was pregnant. I was careful. I exercised. I did everything I could to give this baby the best chances in life. How? Why did this happen? Hey, I was young!

Hours later my sweet doctor somberly came into my room. He said he had prayed about what to say to comfort me. All he could think of was this, "Why do you think you had her?"

I smugly replied,"Because the Lord, thought I could handle it."

His reply was again not what I was expecting. "No, Andrea. Why her? Why with down syndrome?" Then he continued with the most amazing words which sent me forward on a quest. "You may not know now. It might be in a year from now. Or in ten or twenty years from now. But you will learn WHY you have her in your life."

I wish with all my heart that every mother, every parent was asked that same question! Why is your child in your life? What do you have to learn from your child? What experiences will bless your life because of your child?

Nineteen and a half years ago I was sent on a quest. It has been a blessing! Now is the time to begin your quest! Why is your child in your life?