Discovering people who love Narnia is the closest thing there is to actually waking up and discovering you’re in Narnia. From the time I was ten I felt the same longing of those fictional English schoolchildren who found their way in though several different portals between that magical world and this one, that constant desire to return, to see Aslan again…
So when my children were born, I set about imparting a love of Narnia (and books) in their hearts.
My oldest loves books to this day. Narnia, however, never seemed to hold the same Deeper Magic for him that it does for me.`
He began reading the series to his five-year-old daughter last year and Narnia pulled him in. All the way in.
That is what Narnia does.
He would text me at different points on his adventure, the same adventures I’ve had over and over all my life. The snow. The lamppost. The thaw. Talking Beasts. Dr. Cornelius. Bree the Horse. Boarding the Dawn Treader. Meeting Reepicheep. The royal line of kings. Falling in love with Aslan, over and over and over again…
At the beginning of The Last Battle, this text: It’s heartbreaking.
Later: I got to the part where Cair Paravel has fallen and Tirian says Narnia is no more…am weeping…
Later still: Just finished The Last Battle. It broke me.
I learned from my little granddaughter, who whispered in my ear: “He cried so much that I told Mama we should be really nice to him. His eyes were all red.”
My boy, my boy. Once Narnia gets a hold of you, it never lets go. It’s in your blood, forever and ever.
It is but the beginning.
For Christmas he gave me this necklace with Lucy and Mr. Tumnus
in The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe.