It happened suddenly. A careless move, an unbalanced box set free from an overstuffed closet. Then the tingling sound of glass shattering into 1,000 pieces.
Glass ornaments, a craft project for the long holiday weekend. All over my basement floor.
"Don't worry, mommy. I've got my Wishing Star."
The wishing star. The gift she got from Cinderella during our summer trip to Disney.
My heart melted. Did she really think that she could make the glass whole, unbroken simply by wishing it so?
Was I ever that hopeful?
I didn't think so.
Because some things can't be put back together.
Should I tell her? Or keep her faith alive?
3 ornaments survived the fall, so I salvaged those and brought them to her grandparents' house.
I showed them to her, proud of my sleight of hand, and she looked on, unimpressed. She focused on her plans for decorating the ceramic star in the same package.
"But Lu, aren't you surprised that your wish came true?" I asked.
"No," she replied, "Cinderella told me that it would."
Belief. It's a beautiful thing to watch. I'm thankful for her gift of conviction. It makes the holidays even more magical.