I giggled. “Jenkins can’t talk, Nana.”
Nana pretended to be offended.
“I’m pretty sure I’ve heard Jenkins talk. Of course, I am a very good listener!”
I looked at Jenkins. He was sound asleep, cookie crumbs on his whiskers. Big puffy clouds covered the sun. It was getting chilly. I climbed onto Nana’s lap. Nana smelled like the sheets hung outside to dry, fresh and clean. She wrapped a warm blanket around us.
“Take a closer look. That sly rabbit sleeps with one eye open. He doesn’t miss a thing. In fact, it was Jenkins who introduced me to the magic in my garden. I will never forget that day.”
Written for 5–12-year-old children, Where Magic Lives is about that moment when a child discovers the difference between fiction and reality. It is about the disappointment felt when the stories and fictional characters that we believed in and loved loose their mystique. We discover that there is no easy way and that each of us is responsible for keeping the magic that inspires us to use our imaginations and innovate. Creating a story or composing a song is magical!
Leaving your children home alone for the first time is scary. But there comes a time when you realize the babysitter you hired is only a year older than your child. It happens around the age of 12 or 13. We had reached that moment and decided we could leave our children for short periods of time, half-hour, or an hour at the most. These trial runs had been successful. Our children, ages 12 and 7, seemed to handle life at home without us. We thought they were ready for something a little longer.
I have been inspired me to publish my stories. Where Magic Lives, the first book to be published is about discovering the magic within each of us. I wrote it because I wanted to inspire my granddaughters. But, it seems my granddaughters where the ones inspiring me! After spending months learning to use water colors and working with a writing coach I have decided it’s time to show my granddaughers that dreams can come true.
Have I mentioned our granddaughters were coming for a visit? Well, the day finally arrived. Our son calls and they are just a few minutes away. My husband and I go outside to watch for them. We can see them turn the corner and watch their truck and fifth wheel pull up in front of our home. The home our son grew up in. The home where we have one week to create as many memories as possible. I say a prayer, “Please, time, slow down”.