The *Magic* of Children

Posted on December 16, 2009

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My eldest son is 7 now and his tooth came out at school today. He carefully wrapped it in a tissue and the new one is already coming through.

Tonight he disappeared to write a note and stuck the tooth to the note with sticky tape.

Can you please give me $100 if you can thank you. Love from JJ. And can you put the money under my pillow.”

About to fall asleep in my bed, I suddenly remembered. I went to his pillow and luckily I could easily find the note underneath.

So sweet. A child’s innocence. How could I say no? I went to my purse, found $50 and put it under his pillow. He won’t have that many more teeth coming out. I just knew that’s what I had to do, it felt right.

He also got his school report today which was amazing and I’d wanted to thank and reward him. So I slipped the note under his pillow.

Kids are only kids once. I want my children to believe in magic. To learn to manifest. To trust that they will get what they want in life. He deserved it, so I gave it to him and that’s that.

Yes I will go along with you.

Yes you deserve what you ask for.

Yes I believe in your dreams too.

Yes you can buy whatever you like with your money.

Yes I love you.

Yes the world will say yes to you because I believe in you, so you will believe in yourself and others will too.

Yes to love.

As he sleeps soundly in the dark, a fairy will sprinkle stardust and wave her magic wand and take his tooth and note to a land far, far away.

In the morning nearly crying, he came into my room upset that he didn’t get a card.

“And I left one for her.”

“We’ll have to leave it out again,” I said.

“The money or the tooth?”

“Maybe she was busy,” I said.

“Maybe they ran out of paper and little bags,” he said.

Oh dear. When he was gone, I wrote a note on the special Florentine paper I use for the Tooth Fairy and left it on his bed.

“Are you sure?” I asked.

He found the note and was surprised.

“I looked all over my bed. She left it on my bed. Did you even come in here?”

“No,” (white lie).

“JJ,” he read out his name on the envelope. “Oh thank God I found it. It was just right on my bed and when I got up I didn’t see it. That was so weird and she keeps using the same one. You know she gave me the bag last time? It’s the same thing, but it still looks good.”

It’s an embroidered white cotton bag from Vietnam.

Now he’s singing. Phew.

“I can’t read it, it’s in running writing.”

I read it to him.

The note read, “How did you get it so clean? I visit lots of children who leave teeth out for me, but none are as shiny as yours.”

He said, “I made a potion out of toothpaste and water and used my toothbrush.”

The note said, “You are such a lovely boy. You are very special and I love you very much. Love the Tooth Fairy.” With little sparkles.

What amazes me is that he sincerely believes it. Children have an innate sense of wonder. Their innocence is pure.  I wasn’t really into Santa or the Tooth Fairy until I came to appreciate the joy it brings to them. I don’t want my children to grow up too early, so I’ll keep the fantasy alive for them. Magic is something we don’t understand. We can deal with life’s turmoils if we develop the spiritual dimension that believes in magic. If we’re all scientific and factual, we can get weighed down by ‘the real world.’

I took the boys to visit Santa. JJ told him that he wanted a bike with gears. I told Santa that he got a blue one last year. “You can’t have a bike every year you know,” Santa said. Poor guy, he was trying to get cues from me. JJ walked away imitating him, “You can’t get a new bike every year you know.” He didn’t want to go back to that stingy Santa.

He wanted to see the lovely friendly Santa we’d seen in the years before, who always remembered us, who played manifesting games with us. He believed in magic.

Some over-commercialise Christmas http://bit.ly/7Wr7Ud

What do you think?

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