Magical

When I was little, I had a magic wand.

It was made out of transparent plastic with a certain kind of clear liquid inside… and when you shook it, a whole lot of blue, silver and gold glittery shapes would float around in it. Stars, circles, little half-moons, hearts… it had it all.

It was magical.

My parents spent a small fortune (for a toy) getting it for me back then – they never regretted it.
How much I loved my wand.

I never wanted to be a princess… never wanted to be a magician or a sorceress.
When I dressed up for fun, I always wanted to be a knight.
But I never became a real knight… I always cheated.

I had a marvelous wooden sword that my dad had crafted for me – it went along nicely with my billowing cape and my makeshift sword belt.
But aside from the sword, I always had my wand with me.
I know… Cheater.
When things got really bad and there was a “fight” I couldn’t seem to win, I would take it out, wave it around in the air – and all those imaginary villains who gave me a hard time would just… disappear.
I was always victorious.

At night, when I couldn’t sleep (unfortunately, that happened quite often), when I feared all the monsters which were out to get me, I would get my wand from my nightstand, focus all my fear and slash the air with it a couple of times. Then, I would fall asleep… clutching it tight.
It was my safety blanket.

Years went by and I saw that I didn’t need my wand anymore to help me solve my problems. I was old enough to take care of them all on my own.
I put it on a shelf, looked at it once in a while…
Eventually, I put it away.
It seemed childish to still have it lying around.
It had to go.

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My mother visited today.
We were talking over coffee, when she got her purse out from under the table and reached inside.
There was a twinkle in her eye and a small smile on her face when her hand appeared again.
She was holding… my magic wand.

I was so touched…
I couldn’t believe it.
After I put it away so many years ago, it never again crossed my mind.
Not until this day.

I got my magic wand back.

Life is so much easier with a little magic in the world.
I don’t care if it seems childish… I will once again keep it on my nightstand.

I got my magic back.

I am once again… invincible.

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