Maggie has told me a time or two that when she grows up she wants to be a teacher and a mama. I know that this is because she knows that I was a teacher before I became a mama. Last weekend we got to see a magician at a birthday party and Maggie has been talking about him ever since. Last night we were reading stories before bed time and she wondered if I had ever been a magician. I told her I hadn’t, and asked if she’d like to be a magician when she grows up. At first she said yes, but then quickly changed her answer back to saying she wanted to be a mama and a teacher.
Well, I”m changing my answer after today. There’s no need for any nitty-gritty details here, but I think I must have forgotten that some days I most certainly do feel like a magician. And anybody that says mothers aren’t magicians (and teachers, too!!) don’t know nuthin’ about nuthin’.
I am a magician. (go ahead, whisper it to yourself….you’ll feel pretty badass…)
