It really ticks me off that movies have taken the magic out of everything sacred in childhood- the Tooth Fairy, Easter Bunny, Santa Claus… why does Hollywood insist of ruining everything that requires true imagination? I don’t think it is lying to children to pretend a bunny left boiled eggs all over the place, I think it’s more like inspiring them to dream the impossible dream, to imagine the unimaginable, to think the unthinkable, but no, some guy in a suit figures his version of the Tooth Fairy will bring in $14 billion so hey, money is always more important that dreams, right?
I don’t think anyone would disagree that the innocence of childhood is lost by 1st grade these days. Kids are smarter, it’s true! They are learning faster and faster, they master computer programs like pouring a bowl of cereal, and yet in all of that, they’ve lost some of the magic and joy of just being a kid. Witty sarcasm is quickly replacing sparkly imagination, and catching fireflies is no longer what little boys sitting in their rooms waiting to do.
No, it’s all Xbox 360 and Playstation Network. And my kids are no exception. I’ll never forget the call I got in 2nd grade asking me if I could help Dylan understand that it’s not nice to smash a little girl’s dreams. She had proclaimed that she was building a tree house, and it was going to reach all the way to Heaven. Of course, being pragmatic as he is, Dylan set her straight. “The clouds are much higher than the trees, and Heaven is far above the clouds, so there’s no way for your tree house to reach Heaven.” Did I mention she planned to have tea parties with her dead grandma is this tree house to Heaven? Yeah, good job son!
I can promise my kids didn’t get that from me. I was forever swimming around like a mermaid, planning out my 3 wishes just in case I happened upon them. In fact, at one point in my 3rd grade existence I used to challenge myself to create the most complex sentences possible in an effort to cram 3 wishes into one, thereby multiplying the number of wishes actually granted. Clever, wasn’t I? I carried my lucky CareBear in my purse forever, and instead of cleaning my room, I often daydreamed of the moment when I would become Samantha, from BeWitched, and I could crinkle my nose and see it all done. And on the days I didn’t want to be Samantha, Marry Poppins it was, with spoonfuls of sugar and umbrellas that helped me fly. In fact, I am still guilty of wishing my car would have the soul of Chitty Chitty Bang Bang and take me for a real ride!
So tell me, is it only little girls who fill their heads with these fanciful thoughts? Have little boys always been out to squash them? Or is imagination something of a dying breed?? Yesterday, in the pool, I noticed my little boy finally got a few freckles. His siblings all have a few freckles, and when he was little he used to be sad because I always called Dylan’s freckles “angel kisses”. He used to wait for the angels to come and kiss his face in his slumber…
So when I looked at his sunkissed cheeks and said “oh my goodness, you’ve been kissed by angels!” He let me know real quick, “they’re not angel kisses, they’re diseases, FROM THE SUN!”
What can I say to that? Hmmmmm…. how about “Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious”…. or maybe: “Lighten up kiddo, imagination may not make the world go ’round, but it can make the world a Merry-go-Round!”
Now excuse me, I think there may be a mermaid at the bottom of this pool, I think I will go check it out…