My daughters have “powers”

A couple of weeks ago, at the end of a family outing, my wife told me that she needed to stop by the grocery store.  It was decided that since we had two, tired little girls (Madison-age 6 and Peyton-soon to be 4) that I would wait in the car while my wife picked up the needed essentials.

After Melissa had been gone a few minutes, Madison said to me, “Daddy, I see colors in the air.”  A little alarmed that my oldest daughter might be experiencing vision problems, yet trying to remain calm, I asked, “what do you mean – you see colors in the air?”   Madison responded, “When I close my eyes real tight and look at the sun and then away from the sun, I can see colors.”  While she was telling me this, she was also demonstrating what she meant and naturally I had to try it myself to see what was going on.  She was right, I did see colors.  I commented to Madison, “baby I think everybody can see colors when they do what you just did.”  With a crestfallen look on her face, she said, “Oh, I thought I had special powers.” 

Not knowing what to say, I just changed the subject and moved on.  In retrospect, I wish that I’d had the wisdom to tell her of all the “powers” that daughters really have:

• the power to see life through the eyes of a child -to remember the fantasy and fun of our imaginations.
• the power to express ourselves without the fears of ridicule and humiliation.
• the power to demonstrate true and unconditonal love.

Yes, my daughters really do have “special powers” and I love them very much for it.