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  • Writer's pictureJessica Urlichs

Oh the things we'll do together...

Harry’s at the age where he’s started to ask his stuffed animals questions and sits them next to him at the table and it made me think back to when I was little.

I thought I could make magic if I just found the right words, that casting spells were on the tip of my tongue and the weather was the worlds mood.

As much as I wanted to know EVERYTHING, it brought with it such finality.

I remember one morning I woke up and saw my tooth still in the bottom of the cup on my window sill. There was no $1 coin in place of it, no glitter, just a tiny forgotten tooth in a glass of water.

I ran into mum and dads rooms and climbed onto their bed yelling that the tooth fairy had forgotten to come! I remember Mum looking at Dad, still half asleep, a facial expression I can only empathize with now.

After collecting herself she told me to lie in her bed with them and maybe after a while the tooth fairy would come.

I remember Mum leaving the room for a few minutes while I lay there wide eyed in hope. Even her coming back almost straight away telling me to go check didn’t break my faith.

Maybe deep down I knew.

But once I saw the glitter and the gold coin in the water it didn’t matter. Because glitter was so much better than black and white.

I’m starting to see these things again but through my children’s eyes, and everything is so colourful.

That awakening love that has me stepping in and out of dreams with them, even after the most painful of nights.

There’s so much to look forward to, and it just sort of crept up on me, a bit like magic.

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