Two of the women I admire most are my mother and my grandmother. One of the things I love about my mom is her laughter. She can get tickled pink over silly things. Though she often finds herself in the midst of stress and chaos between being a wife, mother, having home schooled her four daughters, and baring many burdens of life such as deaths, health concerns, etc., she always finds occasion to laugh. Something I’ve always loved about my grandmother, my Meme, is her excitement in life, in little things. She once told me something that’s stuck with me for years—she said, “I pray I never get too old and dull to get excited over things, to enjoy life. You have to be able to get excited over the little things and have fun.” And my Meme has lived this out! She gets excited over our visits, new hair styles, puppy dogs, and any good news.
Though I don’t laugh out loud as much as my mom does but laugh just as much on the inside; and though I don’t get as giddily excited as my Meme though my heart leaps with joy and equal amusement, these two women have taught me that “The events of our lives seem mundane. Often the small occasions in the front or back yard are the most magical. We just need to notice and then create a way to experience and enjoy this ordinary magic” (Wooldridge in PoemCrazy). I love this “ordinary magic.” It can be found everywhere in life, and though life isn’t a fairy tale, it makes life feel as if it could be. I think this magic is about perspective—opening our eyes to see the magic and sentiment in the ordinary moments God blesses us with daily.
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