There are rocks everywhere.
And I don’t just mean all over my house, I mean everywhere. And did you know that they are magical? Well, not all rocks are magical, and I am
still learning how to determine just how magical a rock is, if at all. It has something to do with the texture (it
should be smooth,) the color (it has to be a cool color,) and the general
excitement or lack thereof when spotting it.
My three year old son is my teacher in these matters. He is a true expert in magical rocks. He has an impressive collection of rocks on
his dresser, and scattered throughout the house. There is one in particular that has magical
powers only activated in a steamy room, so he keeps it on the bathroom sink. I dare not move any of the strategically
placed rocks, because I am no expert, and I wouldn’t risk ruining any rocks.
One thing that I did notice with my non-expert eye is that
the most magical of all rocks are the ones that go on my son’s dresser. (I am not sure what specific powers the rocks
have, and when I asked, I got a loud sigh in response, followed by, “They’re
just magical, they have magic powers, it’s magic. Okay mommy?”)
It took me a while figure this out, but the ones that make
it to his dresser are all metamorphic rocks.
Rocks that are two toned, or a combination of two completely different
rocks fused together, are the most special and get displayed on his
dresser. I decided that I would turn
this into an educational moment, and I pointed out to him that all the rocks on
his dresser are not in their original state and have been changed over time. I explained the three different ways rocks
can form, and that he seemed to like the metamorphic rocks the best. He told me (in a very exasperated
why-doesn’t-mommy-understand-rocks voice) that if you have two colors on one
rock, it’s REAL magical. That’s why they
have two colors, not because of the impact of pressure and time. It’s because of their magic. Well, I guess I am being educated as well.
There is one particular grocery store parking lot where my
son loves to find rocks. We always come
home with at least one pocket full of magical rocks when we shop there. I went there today, without my son, and what
I thought would be a really quick grocery run ended up being a real
self-discovery moment for me. I realized that I cracked the cold to magical
rock identification! As soon as I
stepped out of the car, I noticed the most magical, two toned rock lying just a
few feet from my car. I put it in my
pocket since my son’s pocket was at home with him, and I shopped even faster
than usual, eager to get home and show my son my find and let him share in my
excitement. He was really proud of
me. He stood up really tall, his cheeks
turned a bit pink, and he said in a breathless voice, “Wow, Mommy, that rock is
really magical!” I’m thinking of keeping
this one on MY dresser.
