We have this little chair in the children section of our store…given to me by a family whose children have all grown…who didn’t need it anymore.
It’s still in great condition besides being a little battered…a little bruised. They wanted it to find a good home…where it would still be used.
Yesterday, as a family was leaving the store, the father stopped me with a story he wanted to share…He said his daughter was in a bad mood all day…until she sat in our little chair.
He said there must be magic in that chair…in that tiny little space…because the moment she sat down it put a smile on her face.
That evening as I was cleaning up I saw that little chair and the father’s words rang in my head…so I took a moment to think about exactly what he said.
And it made me wonder if there isn’t magic in our little chair…magic of some kind…magic from the family who gave it to me…magic their children left behind.
Magic from the memories those children made as they sat in that tiny little space…perhaps it was their magic that brought a smile to her face.
As I cleaned the arms of our little chair…and dusted off its foam…I thought…the family who gave it to me would be happy knowing their little chair has found itself a home.
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