(Their parents were invited as well.)
Caleb is 3, the child who will sit and be read to for hours,
or entertain himself with a keyboard or ukulele.
Sam is 18 months old, the charmer, the tempest.
Dinner was over, and both boys had just about had enough.
Nanny sat Sam on her lap and summoned Caleb to come sit with her.
Reaching to the buffet behind her,
she picked up a beautiful snow globe with a music box built into its base.
(It's a Hummel piece called "Umbrella Boy".)
Inverting the globe, she wound the key and placed the globe on the table.
Silver flakes swirled in the liquid and eventually drifted to the bottom.
The music box played its mechanical tune, a song I did not recognize.
Enchantment!
Fascination!
Captivation!
Delight!
The boys were mesmerized.
Time after time Nanny or I rewound the little machine,
and the grands were transfixed.
Immobilized in wonder.
Taken to a new place of consciousness, a magical place.
Their imaginations captured and stirred by beauty and music and motion.
I wished I could see inside their minds and grasp the fullness of it.
Then the moment was gone, and it was time for the boys to go home.
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