Everyone needs to have a dream. A ‘hope‘ of some sort, that keeps them moving forward through the occasional drudgery of everyday life. As children we might have dreamed of being a Super Hero with magic powers like flying, super strength and being invisible. Have you ever wished you were invisible? I think we all have at one point in our lives. What would you do if you could be invisible?
As adults we might choose to hear private conversations that we weren’t invited to. Or checking up on teenagers to make sure they are behaving as taught. But as children, oh, the fun we could have teasing people, right?
When Chance was about 5 years old he loved his super heroes. He would watch the Batman, Superman and Spiderman movies and cartoons repeatedly. He played with his action figures, dressed up like them for Halloween and even had Spiderman pajamas with the spider web wings on the back. (Note: This was before they made one too many movies and ruined Spiderman for him.)
I still have vivid memories of him playing after bath time in the evenings. He would run into the living room with his Spidey PJ’s on, do a roll in the middle of the floor, jump up and run to the wall pretending to climb it. He would straighten his arm, turn his wrist up, point it at you and catch you in his make believe spider web. The options were endless with his imagination.
One day he went searching for his big brother and found him visiting with my (surprisingly imaginative) husband in his home office. Trent had been talking to Robert about special abilities before Chance walked in. Robert glanced at Chance and said,
“Well, for example, I have this invisible blanket. If I were to throw it over top of Chance, you wouldn’t be able to see him.”
He gave Trent a secret look, hoping he would play along but not knowing if a 9 year old would catch on to the game.
Trent has always been quick witted and not only caught on, but played along with Robert.
“No way! I don’t believe you. I’d have to see it to believe it,” Trent said, acting indignant.
Chance was bursting with excitement. His grin stretched ear to ear revealing the gap in his front teeth, his blue eyes widened and he jumped up and down.
“Yeah! Throw it on me! Throw it on me!“
Chance still believed in magic, Santa Claus and the possibility of super powers.
“Ok, but with special powers comes responsibility. You can’t do anything that would hurt somebody while you have the invisible blanket on,” Robert said, in his serious ‘you better behave‘ voice.
With that agreement in place, Robert pretended to throw the invisible blanket over Chance.
“Does it work? Can you see me? Can you see me?”
Chance was jumping up and down as the excitement bubbled out of him.
“Where’d Chance go?” Trent said, faking confusion.
“He’s invisible now,” Robert said.
Chance immediately ran over to Trent and poked him in the side. He laughed his ‘I’m a little devil’ laugh and poked him again.
“Now, we can’t see you Chance, but we CAN HEAR you,” said Robert with a smile and a chuckle.
“I’m going to get you now,” Trent growled as he jumped toward Chance.
The race was on. Chance ran under his arms and took off down the hallway with Trent on his heels. He ran into the kitchen, where I stood by the stove cooking supper, and pinched my leg.
“Hey,” I start to scold Chance.
“Chance has an invisible blanket on Mom,” explained Trent, grinning big, revealing his dimples and gleaming green eyes.
“Well, where is he now?” I ask, looking around as if I couldn’t see him.
The boys played that game for years. It went way beyond the time that Chance was too old to still believe he was invisible, because, as he said recently,
“It was so much fun, I WANTED to believe it still worked.”
Such is life, if you think about it. We may know a truth, like maybe our dream is to far-fetched to ever come true, but that doesn’t stop us from wanting to believe in it, and that maybe it COULD come true.
As adults we may lose the childlike awe at life, yet some of that childish wonder still remains in us all. It just manifests itself as ‘Hope‘ in adults and the belief that
‘Dreams can come true‘,
that same belief that our patriotic forefathers held when they founded America.