When I was a child, I loved fairy stories, those little magical beings
whom would make the world seem a more friendly place.
I remember my Dad going to great lengths when my son lost his
first tooth. When Matthew got up in the morning and saw the glass he'd left his tooth in the night before, his little face beamed with delight and wonder. Dad had tinged the water with a pale green colouring, and had sprinkled fairy dust along the kitchen bench and on the rim of the glass. Being the artist Dad was, he also scribed a little letter from the tooth fairy, decorated with fairy dust and in impeccable fairy writing *smile*.
My Dad was always doing amazing things for us, and his grandchildren, that kept wonder and magic alive in our hearts and minds.
I recall losing my belief in Santa Claus when I was around six years old, but the fae have always remained real to me.
I have written a fairy story for children, and who knows- maybe one day I'll have it published. Meanwhile I continue to read some of the classic fairy stories to my girls, and encourage them to keep the wonder and magical realms close to their hearts too. |
