Does anyone remember this advert of a mum walking with her daughter? I think it was a bank advertisement. The mum would pay for everything using her phone, which made the child think that her mum has magic.
I was that kid.
When I was a child, I believed my mum had magic too. She had this magical ability of making all my worries and hurts disappear. As a mother of a young child now, I believe I have that magic too. I think this mummy magic is passed on from mother to daughter, over one generation after another.
Like all children, little T believes that my kisses are magic. If she hurts herself, any bit of her body, be it her thumb, her elbow, her knee, she’d offer it up to me, or I’d bend down and kiss it and just like magic, she’d stop sniffling. In her heart she thinks that her mummy’s kisses has made them better.
She cries for me in her sleep, and just like magic, as soon as I touch her forehead, she calms down, turns around and falls back to sleep again.
Of course there are days when I think my mummy magic is fading. After all, she is five now. But she hasn’t said anything to me. I think she still believes in it just as she believes in Father Christmas or the tooth fairy.
And I also know that the time will come when T will discover that of course just like Santa, mummy has no magic and that her father and I both have feet of clay, but at the moment though I’m revelling on the high this “mummy magic” gives me because I know it won’t last.
It isn’t Mother’s Day yet, but I try not to blog on Sundays and I also know that most of you will probably have plans, so I’m going to greet you all lovely Mothers out there a Happy Mother’s Day! And a reminder to all of you, to all of us, that we are doing a grand job! 🙂 Now let’s pat each other on the back, pass the bubbly and say cheers!
My word of the week is Mother’s Day.
Does your children believe you have mummy magic too?
Do you have any lovely plans for Mother’s Day?