A long time ago, when I was just 5 years old, I had an unforgettable experience, precisely, the day when in our Catholic tradition, the visit of the three Magi is celebrated: Baltasar, Melchor and Gaspar, the baby Jesus in a stable of Bethlehem, following as a guide, a striking star with a large tail that was sighted in the sky
It happened on the night of January 5 to 6, and I, as an impatient child, it seemed to me that the next day did not arrive to receive the sweets, which the wise men brought by habit. I was so impatient, I went to bed thinking about many duces, chocolates and lollipops and could not sleep, no matter how much I ordered my mind to do it, my mom had warned me, that the children who did not fall asleep early, the kings magicians did not visit them.
Suddenly, being in this mental fight with my dream, I heard the noise of the door of my room and quickly closed my eyes very strong so that the wise men believed that I was asleep, I heard footsteps that came towards my bed, and as curiosity a child is usually stronger than good sense, I opened my eyes a little and it was a wonderful surprise, I saw the three kings in a row, they were three magnificent characters with golden crowns, big turbans and bright costumes embroidered with rhinestones, highlights that highlighted In the semi darkness of my room, the three whispered quietly so that I would not hear what they were saying, one of them, the tallest, leaned beside my bed and placed on my slippers a basket full of candies wrapped in papers many colors, such was the emotion, that I closed my eyes tightly so that they did not think to leave, I spend an endless time, and I do not know if it was emotion or fright, but in the end I fell asleep Going.
The next day, of course, next to my bed was a small white basket filled with a variety of sweets.
I told my mom about the experience I had and she went along with a big smile, making me describe all the details of the shape and colors of the wise men's clothes.
Two years later, I heard from a school colleague, that those who put the candy were not the wise men, but my parents, I never believed that, and nobody could convince me otherwise, the experience has remained in my mind. mind as alive as that day; I remember every detail of the clothes, of the whispers, of the emotion.
Today I am a mother, I have to be a Rey Mago many times, my mom clarified that it had been her and my dad and yet, I am sure of what I saw, what I felt, and what I experienced.
The experiences that children live, mark their lives forever, that is why we must make them rich in content and quality, we must surround them with beautiful things and encourage their dreams, if in my family there had not been that custom, today I would not have neither the taste, nor the memory of that wonderful moment.
TO ALL THE PEOPLE OF STEEMIT THAT BELIEVE IN DREAMS AND DREAM WITH WHAT THEY BELIEVE,
HAPPY DAY OF KINGS!
