~And she was at peace…

December 24, 2008

spiritual awakening for life work We all need our magic spiritual train in life. What a blessing to find that magic when we are three.

I cannot stand waiting for Christmas just for my granddaughter to be able to open her gift. This year Thomas and friends is the magic Christmas present. I traded gifts with my daughter so they could give the train to her, but that doesn’t matter. Well, as long as I’m not the one giving jeans, so when she sees nothing fun in the bag says, “It’s gone.”

You understand if you have been a parent of small children, even older ones, they are so excited for a special gift that may unlock the world for them. Music, art, games, skates, globes, strobe lights, dolls. It’s all good. But does the gift match the child?

My daughter loved her bicycle, and she always was a local round-about. She loved the books, and she is an editor and writer. Loved the six-year-old cat that is still alive eighteen years later, still living with me, torturing me. Not her, the cat.  She walked on the guitar and dissected the dolls, except Cabbage Patch Stacey.

Point is the perfect Christmas gift for a child is magic for their life. The gift is a life awakening experience. Their spiritual blossoming. My belief system also includes Christmas gifts as an awakening to the child’s past lives, but that is just me believing.

This brings us to the magic train set for my granddaughter. I thought I would buy a Cabbage Patch like Stacey. My granddaughter is half way to four, it is time. I considered a little dish set, play dough and a sled. Lame basics.

While I could not find all the basics, my granddaughter and daughter were missing in a worldwide toy store. We finally met again. I am told they found the perfect present. The entire time the little one had been engrossed with a Thomas and Friends train set. Quietly enthralled and at peace.

Yes, at peace.thomas-and-friends-christmas-story

Imagine what these computer toys do to our children. They make us crazy. Ages one to two, she could not quite press play buttons for music or  pads on some learning games. I felt her solar plexus rage, I want to scream obscenities and shake my computer too. Computer hell at age one.

I witnessed my granddaughter, at age three, bashing the fake cell phone against her palm because the child was speaking plain English and the computerized message was redundant. Come on. We’re going to have a country of really ticked off little kids running around.

But the train is magic. The train touched this child’s heart. I believe it speaks to her of past lives. Take what you need here and leave the rest, that’s okay. I believe the train is a life training tool for her future. A spiritual awakening for work she will bring to this world that touches hundreds of thousands of lives.

Will she be a writer of train history? Photographer or illustrator of books? Programmer of new technology?  An engineer for green-powered locally run trains in our cultural return to ecological sustainability. Will she be involved in the movement that pulls vintage trains from their graveyards to recycle them for the coming age of small communities around North America where the local market is actually local, and community’s wide market narrowed to five-hundred square miles? When engineers and drivers come home evenings. When family is reunited.

The magic train I hid under my huge coat. Yes, I paid for it, smile. But before we could leave the worldwide toy store, my daughter pried our pleading, but courageous and well-mannered little one from the exhibit train’s magical presence. A heart-rending scene without a tantrum.

The miracle happened. We passed a DVD box on a corner shelf three aisles away, completely out of place, at my eye-level, on its back no less. Forlorn and affordable with a ripped corner. Thomas’ smiling face, the movie, a caboose, even a little book. Look, I show my daughter who was beside herself with empathy for her daughter. We smile and turn to the little one. Shall we get this to watch the movie? Yes, she smiled. Daughter and I agreed that the surprise is not worth the heartbreak for a child. We had to be shown how to deal with the rending moment.

My daughter when she was half way to four.

My daughter with Stacey when she was half way to four.

That ripped up box for me is the miracle I watch for every day of my life. I know we are being taken care of because these little conveniences, these little coincidences never cease. But I know they are never coincidences. I know an angel placed the box on that empty shelf. It’s my miracle, I can believe.

As we left the worldwide toy store, Dora and Sponge Bob faded. Eh with them, granddaughter had the train movie. I cannot wait for her to open the magic train.

Merry Christmas Eve to all whenever you read these stories.

Essa Adams, Women’s Fiction blog

shortversionredballsBe sure to read Gracie: The Freezing Fake Christmas Ladybug before you go, then enter the novel giveaway for December.

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