But right now... the youngest of them he see's heroics in everyday deeds
the middle child - he draws a plot line in cardboard weapons
The eldest, she watches with a bemused face sometimes, like she knows these things aren't real. She smiles and says 'He's cute hey mum...' but after a while... she joins them. She always joins them even if she suspects the things they believe aren't completely true.
They make up stories, have wild adventures.
I watch them and wonder how they will remember their childhoods.
And i stay up with my scissors and glue guns and insane tiredness, to help them learn the most valuable things to believe...
You Are whatever you Want to be.
To dress up parties, and granting wishes. Just coz... we can.
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