So, after visiting Zombyboy, and

So, after visiting Zombyboy, and finding
out what's new in the world, I am thrilled to know that the makings of Narnia is
in the works. I am a little skeptical of Disney doing it, though. It goes down
on the list of movies to be on the lookout for. E and I ventured into the
wardrobe together when she was seven. I begin reading chapter books to my
children when they are three. It's my attempt to wean them off of picture books
and train their palate early for the tastier morsels on the shelf. We became
busy and she became eager to move on from The Magician's Nephew to The Lion, the
Witch, and the Wardrobe. So, I encouraged her to read on. It was the beginning
of her love for fantasy. She inhaled the rest of them and then re-read them.
When we saw the radio theatre CD version at our local discount
mom-and-pop-stomper, we purchased one a week until we owned the entire
collection. I found our mint condition set of books at the local used bookstore.
Rob's parents used to own a beautiful antique oak armoire. It sat peacefully in
the room with their fireplace and huge windows. I would often look at it while
lying on their sofa, listening as the fire popped and hissed and crackled it's
way through a log. One day A and I were cuddled up together, hypnotized by the
fire and the sounds of the local NPR station. For the first time, she saw the
wardrobe. Her eyes glittered as she asked me, "Mommy, is that a magic wardrobe?"
"Of course," I told her it was. She continued staring at it. I dozed to the
music and flames. My mother-in-law called me downstairs a few hours later. As I
descended the stairs, she touched her index finger to her lips to quiet me and
pointed over the railing. Looking over I saw A and her sisters and cousins. A
was excitedly telling them that the wardrobe was, indeed magic, and she was
going to climb in and go see Mr. Tumnus. She was politely extending the
invitation for any who wanted to accompany her to Narnia to see the faun and
Aslan. My heart warmed and I knew then that it was right to tell her the armoire
was enchanted. Since being blessed with that peek into A's playtime, I have
never regretted affirming my daughters voyages into fantasy.