For a long time... or for as long as my baby daughter Grace has been able to comprehend her surroundings... she's held the belief that she can conjure magic with her eyes. As soon as she could speak she told us from the back seat of the car: "I can move things with my power eyes, you know." (She ends most sentences with "you know...")
My husband tries shooting her fiery dragon glances at dinner and she stares back, chin stuck out, brows wide fighting them off with fierce determination.
She's four now. And we recently spent the weekend at an indoor waterpark. Grace, (who's not a fan of huge buckets dumping water everywhere, and too small to enjoy the larger pools... )decided to play with the small spouts of water at the fringe of the "Lazy River." She used her eyes to make the water go up, and go down.. up and down.
At first my husband and I were truly amazed. The water was CLEARLY listening to her mighty stare. A group formed around us. Strangers looking on in wonder. Laughing and cheering for her. My little Grace was validated. Her power eyes were really working.
It was then that I quietly noticed a little girl standing next to us. She was about ten years old. A beautiful wisp of a thing. She was stepping on another spout. She'd figured out that when she stepped on the spout it made Gracie's spout shoot up and when she lifted her foot it made the water pressure slow down.
Thank you little girl. Thank you for that delightful moment you gave my daughter. The moment that will live in her subconscious for the rest of her life. The self confidence of living in a world where you have Power Eyes.