When you reach a certain age, alright I won’t be so coy about it, when you get old you don’t get to spend very much time around little children.
Those little ones are like opening a window and letting fresh air into a stale room. That fresh air energizes me and puts a little more oomph into my steps.
This week I took my granddaughter to her first theatre production. We went to our local community theater and saw Sleeping Beauty.
I don’t think a New York City theatre first night cracks with as much energy as a theatre full of preschoolers waiting for the show to begin.
The look of amazement on my granddaughter’s face when the actors came into theatre and took the stage was priceless. She literally sat there with her mouth forming a great big O.
The children were enraptured by the performance and completely entered into the dimension of suspending disbelief. When Aurora approached the spinning wheel they shouted out warnings about not touching it and finding her Mom and Dad.
The audience for Sleeping Beauty was predominately girls and the actors wanted a volunteer to play the part of the prince. A little boy Lev, who was 4, volunteered and with the most earnest seriousness, donned his costume, and proceeded to play the part until he had to kiss Sleeping Beauty. At that point he decided he needed to return to his seat and Mom.
I am celebrating this week a chance to enter the wonder of the world as seen through my granddaughter’s eyes before I returned to adulthood and had to create my own magic.
Wishing you a chance to reenter the magic of childhood,