My daughter thinks I’m magic

[eimarra]

My dad used to make “designer pancakes” for us kids — cool pancakes that had circles or shapes embedded in them. I’ve taken to doing some of these for my own kids lately — shapes, initials, I ♥ U — and they love it. My daughter believes me when I tell her I can do it because I’m magic. My son doesn’t, but I told him that if he doesn’t know how I’m doing it, it might as well be magic.

My daughter also loves other things that I do — from fixing the wings on her Tinker Bell toys to making new dresses for her to fixing stuffed animals. She thinks I can do anything, and I’m grateful to treasure that idea while it lasts.

My son has outgrown the period where he thinks his parents can do anything and know everything. I’m grateful for that, too — it means he’s growing up — but sometimes I do miss that look of wonder in his eyes. And he does appreciate things that I do, such as the sweater I knitted him for Christmas and the quilt (that I’m still working on. Maybe it’ll be done by this Christmas?).

Today, that’s it: I’m grateful that my kids appreciate the things I do for them. What are you grateful for today?

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