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.


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.