Kelly: The Magic of Childhood
Call it magic, call it make believe, call it what you want…I’m just so glad it’s there. The Easter Bunny paid a little visit to our house Sunday before we headed down to the lake. The Easter Bunny’s assistant let Easter sneak up on her, so at 7:30 pm Saturday after dinner at Chowder Ted’s, she had to run to Walgreen’s and pick through the last of the available Easter candy. Since there were slim pickin’s (luckily she had a few things left over from what she bought to bring to school for their party), the Easter Bunny’s assistant had a great idea and enlisted the help of our neighborhood fairies.
See, we have fairies living in our house. They come in and out through these lovely little doors that appeared one morning. Occasionally the fairies leave us little gifts, and the girls leave them something in return. For Easter, the fairies got together with the Easter Bunny to create these lovely little pendants. They were sitting next to the girls’ Easter basket’s Easter morning, which the Easter Bunny had conveniently left right outside the fairies’ door downstairs near my workshop (those are the artist fairies; the musician fairies live upstairs under the piano). I’ve been bombarded by questions and suggestions from the girls as to just how exactly the fairies made these pendants.
Girls: “Mama, our fairies are so small! How did they pick up the glass?”
Mama: “Well, the Easter Bunny’s got to be pretty big to carry around the baskets. He must have helped them.”
Girls: “Yeah! I bet that’s what they did. They must have flown up to your workbench and used your supplies!”
Mama: “Well, yes, I did notice that my workbench was pretty messy when I came down here this morning. I think I even saw some fairy dust! These must be extra special necklaces…”
Girls: “Yes, ma’am. We’ll have to draw them a picture to thank them.”
The magic of believing is a wonderful thing. They’ve worn these necklaces every day since. Maybe the big girls can learn a lesson from the fairies and the little girls who believe in them.
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