Mermaids and Unicorns

When does being dilligent become excessive? After a whopping three posts in a week? Maybe... We'll just call it making up for lost time over the last few months.

Prepare yourself for a disjointed blog without much of a point in the end.

This morning I was reminded of what a wonderful childhood I had. Maybe "reminded" is the wrong word because I've always known I had a great time and that I was blessed.


A few weeks ago Katie and I had a Barbie day with a couple young girls. Katie lugged all of our Barbie paraphanalia down from the attic, and we spent the day setting up a miniature town, dressing and sorting the dolls, and playing out the lives of twelve Barbies. Each. Have you ever tried to carry out a storyline where twelve Barbie lives hang in the balance at your hands? I did. It was overwhelming. We had to come up with names, which in itself was a challenge, and then come up with twelve different lives. Katie and I may have had more fun than the two little girls.
Today Katie admitted that she was in the sixth grade when she learned that Santa wasn't real. She wrote about it in her diary because she was so devestated. It was the same day she learned the tooth fairy wasn't real... in sixth grade.

We led an enchanted childhood. Katie's greatest disappointment in life came when she discovered mermaids and unicorns weren't real either. I can't say that I really disagree with her. I spent many hours at the pool daydreaming about how cool it would be to be a mermaid.

Whether it was Barbies, or Littlest Petshop, or American Girl dolls, or Beanie Babies, or playing house, or detectives, or dare I say it... Mary Kate and Ashley, Katie and I knew how to play. We were playtime enthusiasts, and we were downright good at it.

Now... well we don't play so much, but we do know how to make just about anything a good time. I think most people don't understand us, but that's alright because we get it. Now it is typically working sound lyrics, movie quotes, or Big Bang jargon into our conversations. Or singing and dancing in the car or while we cook. Or simply laughing at the eccentricities of our day.

Today, I think I'd like to end with something a little different... A question. If you want to comment, by all means go ahead, but the question is more simply for the purpose of making you think and remember some of the magical moments from your childhood. We laugh at it now, as "adults," but as a child some of those things didn't seem so extreme. What would you want to be real? Mermaids? Unicorns? Narnia? Talking animals?

I think I'd go with mermaids.