A couple Life Skills classes ago, we did a guided imagry where we went on an adventure with the voice in our head that always stops us. Megan asked us to get a clear image in our heads of what that being looks like. I was surprised to discover that my voice belonged to a character that looked horribly close to the scary-looking old lady in Howl’s Moving Castle. I was curious about that, but chose to just let it be without analyzing it.
After we got familiar with the being, Megan guided us to a contraption that we were going to place this being in to transform it to something/someone who would be more constructive. My contraption looked like a cross between Sylvester McMonkey McBean’s Star-Belly Sneetch Machine and Willy Wonka’s Everlasting Gobstopper Maker. All sorts of curves and swirls, horns and whistles, lights and bells, smoke and bubbles.
When she popped out on the other end, I felt disgruntled. Our beings were supposed to transform into something more helpful, more friendly. What popped out in the palm of my hand was a red cube, no bigger than a 25¢ gumball. I stared at the object.
What the…? A friggin’ red cube? What the hell do I do with a friggin’ red cube? How is THAT more helpful?
The red cube lay in my hand motionless. I turned my hand this way and that, wondering what would happen next and how a simple red cube could be helpful to me. Then the memory of Mr. Magorium’s Wonder Emporium came rushing to me.
There is a scene where Mr. Magorium gives Molly a solid wooden cube. When she asks him what she is supposed to do with it, he says, “It’s a Congreve block. It has limitless possibilities.”
She spends the rest of the movie trying to figure out what she is supposed to do with the block of wood. As her frustration mounts, she is beginning to give up. She realizes that the Congreve block is meant to be magical, but she doesn’t believe she is magical until… she realizes she is.
I liked the reminder that I am magical and that I have limitless opportunities and abilities.
I came out of the quest, declaring that I wanted a real red cube for myself and I left it at that until…
Today! I was straightening the classroom after all the kids had gone to their homerooms. There, on the back table sitting in the very center was a red cube. I picked it up and looked at it, expecting it to be a bead or a game piece of sorts. It wasn’t. It was simply… a little red cube.
“Honey,” I turned to my daughter who was helping me straighten the room. “Do you know what this goes to?”
“I’ve never seen anything like that before in this classroom. It’s yours, Momma.”
There it was. My very own Lil Red Cube.
And tonight she went to Five Guys Burger and Fries with us for dinner. We discovered that she prefers her Sprite to Fruit Punch ratio to be heavily weighted on the Punch side, much different than my own taste. We also discovered that she likes to play computer games.
Stay tuned for the many adventures of Lil Red Cube.