The Power of Potter

Years ago when my youngest son was critically ill,

the adventures of Harry Potter sustained us in ways that only 

a mother with a very sick child will understand.

Harry became our friend.  

Harry had a scar.  We had a scar.

Harry was afraid.  We were afraid.

Harry had to be brave.

And he showed another little boy that he could be brave, too.

Evil comes in many forms and while the evil that we were confronted with was not Voldemort,

we fought as though it were.

We were tested again and again.

There were times when we didn't think we'd make it.

Very much like Harry, Hermione and Ron.

And then we'd read.

We'd read about Hedwig, Harry's owl and Scabbers, Ron's rat.

We laughed at those Weasley's and imagined all their outlandish inventions.

We ate Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans and giggled as we tried to guess which beans 

were the good ones and which beans were flavored like earthworms, vomit or earwax.

Or our favorite...

boogers.

Hagrid told us that "what's comin' will come- an' we'll meet it when it does."

Dumbledore told us "we must try not to sink beneath our anguish, but battle on."

And we did.

So when I came across this suitcase and thought about what I'd do with it,

this is what I chose.

I painted it with ASCP and applied a reverse transfer with Mod Podge.

It will have a place of honor in my sewing room.

A reminder of the two brave little boys who overcame so many things

and went on living.

Despite it all, they lived.

While I was working on the suitcase, I asked my son 

"Do you remember?"

He looked at me like I was crazy and said of course he did.

"After all this time?"

"Always."

For us, too.
Always.