Sometimes, childlike wonder points to something adults don’t allow ourselves to see |
I got my son an Elf on the Shelf this year. Do I regret it? Absolutely. But it reminded me of something this holiday season, something too easy to forget in our modern age.
For an otherwise bright child, my son is convinced that the elf is real in the sense that he moves himself around the house at night and ends up in all sorts of compromising positions by morning. The elf can even help with various tasks during the wee morning hours.
Children have a wonderment about Elf on the Shelf that adults might learn from.
My son believes that the elf is, in a word, enchanted. I never knew this about my child before getting the elf. I wonder how many other things he believes to be enchanted, too.
It’s what so many of us crave at this time of year. The presents, the twinkly lights, the feasts, the songs, long afternoons with loved ones. The hope is that it will all add up to more than the sum of the parts. And maybe if the parts are big enough, we might well summon........