She wants to know about economic policy, and she wants to skip along the strand.
She wants to know about civil rights, and she wants to jump the incoming waves.
She wants to know about presidents and also where the dragons live.
She wants to know about food closets and whether the elves are producing at top speed with only a month or so left before Christmas.
She wonders where homeless people will sleep in the coming rains and whether she can fly if given the right materials and designs.
“What’s a tax shelter?”
“Will the Tooth Fairy come tonight?”
I am so struggling with this dichotomy of growth, this ability now to see the world in a different, more realistic light and yet still believe in magic.
I want to inform her, to fill her brain with all that she wants to know, to feed this insatiable, uniquely human desire for knowledge, and I want to preserve whatever mysteries of childhood remain. I want her to know how good she has it in this first world bubble of comfort, but I don’t want to break her.
I want her to hunger for knowledge and not be burdened by it. Maybe more than one of us still believes in magic.