As much as I hated hiding from my daughter like this, tricking her like a common thief or someone who was untrustworthy, this was a special circumstance. None of the books about raising kids or having babies covered it. So I had to test it on my own.
A mystery in more ways than one. I keep silent, watching as she dances into the kitchen. She refuses to take her ballet slippers off for even a moment; she even wears them to sleep sometimes when she thinks I’m not looking.
But nowadays, I’m always looking. Always watching. Something strange was going on with my little girl.
And this was the final test.
Closed in the pantry, Amanda didn’t notice me. So I watched, breathless and edgy, as Amanda walked right into my trap.
The invisible string caught on her little ballet slippers, yanking the rope taunt. After a breathless second, the cookie jar, high up on the fridge, wobbled. Amanda turned to it with wide eyes, seemingly in slow motion, her little mouth forming an O as the cookie jar continued to shake.
Then it fell.
Tumbling off of the side of the fridge, the cookie jar was headed for destruction. It would explode into a million pieces across the floor. Undoubtedly, a million things raced through Amanda’s mind. She knew she would be blamed for the cookie jar breaking.
So she reached out her hands and the whole world froze.
The cookie jar hung in mid air, as if sitting on a glass box. Amanda made a little grunting noise as she focused, making the jar float down to the ground like a feather. It touched the linoleum of the floor with a click. Amanda, tired and sweating, ran over to the jar, mumbling under her breath.
I stopped breathing, my heart bounding around inside my chest like a bouncy ball.
I had been right.
My daughter was a witch.
I stared through the crack in the door as Amanda grabbed a couple of cookies out of the jar, stuffed them in her mouth, then used her powers to float the cookie jar back onto the fridge. Without a word or a sound, she then turned back around, heading presumably for her room to rest.
I stared through the crack of the pantry, unable to move. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t breathe. How did this happen?
What do I do now?
My little princess. Was she even human?
After staring into space for an eternity, a new thought came to me. Now that I know she’s a witch, does it change anything?
No, no it did not. My heart still filled with love and worry every moment. I was still her mother, and little Amanda, she was still my baby. Without another second’s hesitation, I stood up out of the pantry and pushed the doors open. It was just about time to start dinner.