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Ilaugh at her response. It was a toss up there for a minute, but my daughter’s love for magic outweighed her love for Frozen. Thank god, I’d much rather play with magic myself than watch a cartoon do it.

“Alright what do you want to try to manifest?” I ask Violet.

“A unicorn!” she squeals. Quinn and I both bust out laughing.

“Let’s start a little smaller for your first time, okay?” I suggest.

She sighs. “I guess. But you always tell me to dream big.” she pouts.

“Aww sweetie, I know I do, and I want you to dream big, but I also want you to be at least a little realistic,” I reply with a laugh. “How about a toy unicorn?” I offer.

That perks her up a little. “Okay, how do I do this?” she asks me resolutely.

I love her determination. I have no doubt she’ll catch on fast. “Okay, what did Nate tell you about using your magic? What’s the first rule?” I quiz her.

“Be specific!” she cheers.

“Exactly! So, you have to think of exactly what you want. How do you want your unicorn to look? How do you want it to feel? What do you want it to do? Is it a stuffed animal or a plastic toy that stands up and maybe does other things?” I run off my list of questions and watch Violet chew on her bottom lip and look up and away. I can tell she’s thinking hard about this.

“That’s the hardest part of manifesting because you are making something with your thoughts. That’s where the ‘be specific’ rule comes in. You have to think of every aspect of what you want to manifest. But it doesn’t have to be complicated. When I made our blankets, I just pictured the blanket in my head, how it felt soft and cozy, how it looked, rainbow for you and purple and blue for Aunt Quinn and me.”

“Okay then what, Mommy? After I think about what I want, how do I make it real?”

“That’s a very good question, Bug. Just tell your magic to make it real. It’s as simple or as difficult as you make it. Everyone uses their magic differently, what works for some won’t work for you. You just have to spend time with your magic and figure out what works for you.”

“Hmmm. Okay Mommy, I think I’ve got it.”

“Great! Let’s see! And remember it’s okay if you don’t get it right on the first try. Magic takes lots of practice, it comes easier to some than others.”

She nods her head and holds her hands out in front of her. She gets this look of intense concentration staring down at her open hands. She doesn’t close her eyes, which most people find easier when first learning. Her pink magic starts to cover her hands and expand up. I look over to see Quinn looks just as nervous as I am.

When Violet’s magic dissipates, there is an adorable stuffed unicorn in her hands. It looks just like the unicorn on her favorite shirt. It’s white and fluffy, with a rainbow horn and rainbow hair. She looks down at what she made and smiles. She squeezes it and then starts squealing.

“I did it! I did it!” she shouts as she jumps up and down holding on to her new unicorn.

“You sure did! That’s amazing Bug! I’m so proud of you!” I exclaim then grab her in a hug and spin her around as she giggles. I set her down, then hold my hand out. “Alright let me inspect your first manifestation,” I order with a smile.

She giggles then hands the unicorn over. I turn it over and inspect her handiwork. It’s really amazing that she accomplished this on her first try. This looks better than something you’d find in a store. It’s so soft and squishy. The colors are bright and cheerful. It looks exactly like something Violet would love. She did an amazing job bringing her vision to life.

I finally look up at Violet after admiring her new unicorn. “This is incredible baby! You’re a natural,” I praise her.

“Thanks, Mommy! You’re such a good teacher. I guess I was thinking magic would be hard, but then you told me it’s only as hard as I make it, so I decided to make it easy,” she giggles.

“Well, that was clearly the right decision,” I chuckle.

“Alright, gimmie, I wanna see too!” Quinn exclaims. I laugh as I hand it over. “Oh my god, Violet! If I hadn’t just seen you make this yourself I would have never believed this didn’t come from a store!”

Violet giggles, “Thank you, Aunt Q.!”

Just then the timer for the pizza rolls goes off. “Alright let’s go check on our food, then you can practice some more,” I tell Violet, and she squeals. “Start thinking about what else you want to make, Bug.”

Quin and I set the pizza rolls, cheese sticks, and chips on the table. Then I put the pigs in a blanket in the oven. I make everyone another Shirley Temple, and we sit down to our munchies dinner.

“These pizza rolls are so much better than when you make them Mommy,” Violet kindly points out.

I roll my eyes at her. “Yes, well that’s because I normally cook your pizza rolls in the microwave. This time I told Aunt Quinn to cook them in the oven since we were making so many of them,” I inform her.

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