My children are magical creatures and I love them to death.

“My children are magical creatures and I love them to death.” — so spoke Jack Black, the jester-philosopher of our age, whose humor conceals a heart rich with tenderness. In these simple yet luminous words lies a truth older than any civilization: that the bond between parent and child is one of the deepest mysteries in existence — a union of love so fierce, so instinctive, that it borders on the divine. When he calls his children “magical creatures,” he does not speak as a performer, but as a man who has looked into the innocent eyes of his offspring and glimpsed the miracle of life itself.

The magic of a child is unlike any other — it is the living embodiment of hope, imagination, and renewal. In them, the world is always being born anew. A child sees wonder where the adult sees habit; they find joy in the ordinary, and light in the shadows of monotony. To call one’s children “magical” is to acknowledge that they are not merely extensions of oneself, but sacred mysteries, sparks of creation that carry within them the ancient rhythm of life’s renewal. Jack Black, a man known for laughter, reminds us that beneath humor lies reverence — that even the wildest soul bows before the mystery of fatherhood.

The ancients spoke often of this bond. In the old tales of Greece, Daedalus, the great craftsman, loved his son Icarus with both pride and sorrow. He fashioned wings for them both, and as they rose into the heavens, the father’s heart swelled with love and fear alike. That same love — boundless and protective, joyous yet fragile — beats within every parent’s chest. When Jack Black says, “I love them to death,” he gives voice to this paradox. For love, when pure, contains both ecstasy and terror: the joy of possession intertwined with the dread of loss. To love someone to death is to admit that their existence defines your own — that without them, your world would crumble.

Indeed, this phrase — “I love them to death” — speaks not of morbidity, but of magnitude. It means, “I love them beyond measure, beyond reason, beyond fear.” It is love that consumes, that transforms the parent’s heart into both shield and sanctuary. Such love is not gentle alone; it is fierce, primal, and self-sacrificing. The ancient mothers of Sparta sent their sons to battle with the words, “Return with your shield or on it.” This was not coldness, but love made resolute — a belief that honor, virtue, and destiny must guide even the ones most dearly cherished. Likewise, in Jack Black’s modern expression, one can hear echoes of that same eternal truth: that parental love is both tender and indomitable.

In every age, parents have glimpsed in their children a reflection of the divine. Consider Leonardo da Vinci’s sketches of the Madonna and Child, where Mary’s gaze upon the infant Christ captures both awe and sorrow — awe for the miracle before her, and sorrow for the destiny she foresees. To see a child is to see the union of heaven and earth, of fragility and infinite potential. And so, when Jack Black calls his children “magical creatures,” he speaks a universal truth: that children remind us of the wonder we have forgotten, the purity we once possessed, and the eternity that continues through them.

Yet this love demands responsibility as much as reverence. To recognize the magic in one’s children is not merely to adore them, but to nurture and protect them. The parent must become both guardian and guide, ensuring that this magic does not fade beneath the weight of fear or conformity. For the world, in its rush toward cynicism, often crushes the imagination that children carry so freely. The wise parent shields that flame, letting it grow into the light of purpose, creativity, and compassion.

So let this be the lesson drawn from Jack Black’s words: cherish the magic in those you love — especially in your children, but also in yourself and in others. See in them the spark of creation, and do not let life’s weariness extinguish it. Love with such depth that fear loses its hold. Play, laugh, and dream alongside them, for through such acts, you too return to innocence. And when you look upon your loved ones, see them not as possessions, but as miracles entrusted to your care.

For as Jack Black reminds us, to love deeply is to live fully, and to see the sacred in the ordinary is to touch eternity. Our children — these “magical creatures” — are the living proof that the universe still believes in hope. Love them fiercely, love them tenderly, and in that love, rediscover the wonder that first set the stars aflame.