I was slightly concerned about Eloise.
She is my realist. My pragmatic child. She has spent her 7 years letting us know what is and what isn’t. Her little sister would pick up a spoon and say “it’s my hairbrush!” and Eloise would say “it is just a spoon, don’t be silly!”
Games of make-believe seemed trivial and silly to her. Dress-up was wasteful and boring. Playing house and school was crazy talk and useless. She would read, play board games and color. Play on the playground – using equipment as it was intended to do, and spent her time keeping her imaginative little sister in line.
She questions Santa and asks too many questions to prove he is a fraud. She knows. She knows when you are making up stories and books that seem completely ludicrous drive her mad. She has no interest in Disney as she knows they are not real princesses – just ladies dressed up, so what is the point really?
But this summer, I signed her up for an acting class. A theatre class. For 2 weeks she immersed herself into this play. She became her part- she was the water. She made her costume. She built the sets. SHE LOVED IT. Every moment of it. She talked about it, bragged about, and I have never seen her so excited about anything in a long time. She was the water – not Eloise – and she totally believed in this made up scene.
So during this time, she read Bed-Knobs and Broomsticks. Daily she would update me on the adventures in the book. The mystery, the intrigue, the make-believe. She was spellbound my Miss Price and told me that she knows what she wants to do with her life. She wants to be a good witch. She wants to be able to cast spells to make happy wishes come true and to bring all things good to everyone’s life.
A witch? My practical realist wants to be a witch. How exciting! So I found her on my computer googling “good witch” and finding spells and chants…and she wrote this down..and told me she must repeat it several times a day to start her witch practice. You know, before she is able to do any real spells. First she must believe in herself, she said.
And in reading this – I see she found the key. The key to unlocking my shy, sensitive, worrisome little girl. I see that becoming a witch just may give her the confidence she needs. This make-believe of hers is something concrete. Something good. And a little witchcraft never hurt anybody.