I am actually magic. Totally spellbinding, stargazing, wonderstruck magical. Shhh… don’t tell anyone. I only know because my children whispered it to me. So then it must be undeniably and unarguably (of course), completely and utterly true. I now apparently join an elite group of mamas enlightened with this secret knowledge.

Only my magic butterfly kisses can make everything all better once again. My magical kingdom is the warm safe bed they run to when bad dreams chase them, and mamas magical hugs save them.

My dinners – with a sprinkle of enchantment – help them grow big and strong. The entrancing bedtime stories I unravel sends my babies off to a beautiful snoozy sleep. My unusually wonderful hearing can find squabbles near and far, and my magical imaginary distractions dissolve them.

I place a touch of extraordinary mama magic, with extra kisses, into each lunch box every morning – to keep them safe on their wanders through their school day. By weekend we embark on marvelous adventures to explore entrancing magical places never visited before.

I have the magical power to grant a little hearts’ true wish. From the small longing of staying up late to the ever endless wish for a puppy. Their spirits’ true belief and fascination in Makebelieve, and in the assurance of their mama, always leaves me in awe. I’ll let you in on my secret. Really and truly, all mamas are magic. Blessed upon us the day we started to grow and nurture the essence of a magical new life within us. As my snuggles make the world a better and brighter place to my children, my mamas familiar warm hugs embrace me just the same. That’s the wonder and beauty of it all. Magic never wears off.

So I bestow my marvellous magic upon them, tirelessly, relentlessly and unconditionally… and get more than I could have ever wished for in return. The never ending magic of the love of five beautiful little souls.