Me: "Who has the best seat in the house, me or daddy?"

Adam: "Well, Daddy's is nice, but yours is best. Your's is squishier."

Sunday, May 3, 2009


I am a mom. I am the mom of a two-weeks-away-from-being twelve year old, which makes me the you-don't-know-anything mom. I am the mom of a nine year old who hasn't noticed my flaws quite yet, which makes me the cool mom. I am the mom of a 6 year old GIRL, which makes me the nail-painting, ponytail combing, tea-party hosting mom. And I am the mom of a three year old. Today, that made me the magic mom.

"My mama magic!" She declared, her two-year old vocabulary trying to catch up with the fact that she is officially three. Her comments were aimed at my friend, who showed due enthusiasm as we waited for the explanation.

"Hers magic, hers puts choc'late in da cookies!" she said with a flourish of her hand in the air that almost made it possible to see the pixy dust she imagined coming out of my fingertips as I cast my spell on the plain old cookies, making chocolate chips mystically appear.

And for a moment I saw myself though her eyes. And in that moment, all of my weaknesses and insecurities melted away. In that moment, I was amazing and wonderful, because she believed I was. She looked over her shoulder and smiled at me, like she had just given away my secret identity, and then cheerily went back into her barely three year old world.

I was magic today, for just a moment. I sure hope I can be magic again tomorrow.