We went to the Royal Canadian Circus last week and watching Max observe the acts with awe on his little face was one of the highlights of mothering him so far. The circus is amazing for all ages but to a three year old it is real, tangible magic. When I watched Gabriela flying through the air in her single trapeze act I saw strength, dedication and hard work. When he saw Gabriela flying through the air he gasped and said with wonder, “Mom, she is a super-hero!”
The elephants danced to Gangham Style, the tigers snarled and jumped through a fiery hoop, the acrobats were incredible and I thought for sure we would see someone fall but they always managed to pull through. I wonder if that is part of the act to keep you on the edge of your seat.
Max rode the elephant with his cousin during intermission and then got his face painted. He was cute as a puppy and didn’t want to ever wash it off. I was a big meanie though and washed his face before bed. It makes me sad to think that he will someday be too big to want his face painted like a puppy and I want to hold on to his precious innocence.
Thankfully the circus seems to bring out the little kid in all of us and remind us of how good it feels to be in awe of something. It made me want to make myself better at something by practice and hard work and it made me want to intentionally carve out more shared moments of awe with my son while I can.