verb: accept (something) as true
noun: a children’s story about magical and imaginary beings and lands
We all have our favorite fairy tale. Whether it’s a love story or an adventure or just a tale full of fantasy, they aren’t just for children…they make us all believe. Believe that love and excitement and imagination mean something real. Plus, who doesn’t like the idea of a man on a horse saving the day? Or fairies fixing messes? Or evil dragons being slain?
Right about the time I got married, my beloved father who passed away nearly fifteen years ago, was trying to prepare me for “Life”. He told me that I needed to stop thinking that life was like a fairy tale. I was naive. Sometimes there are no happy endings. Life is hard. I knew the reality of those things were true. I hugged him tightly and I carry his words to this day…but secretly in my heart I continue believing in Peter Pan’s battle cry, “Never!”
Now, I have a daughter getting married. And a son far far away at school. And another imagining what his life will be like when he leaves home in a little more than a year. And yet another thinking of bright lights and the big city in wonder. They each believe in choosing good over evil and fighting the good fight. They see pixie dust in glitter and think the more twinkle lights the better. They awe at the moon and the sunset and the stars and know that Neverland is “The second star to the right and straight on till morning.” Each one of them wants to work hard for their own “Happily Ever After”. I celebrate that and believe that love can make anything possible.
This time of year we all want to believe in fairy tales. Of “silver white winters”, of old men in velvet red coats flying through the night with presents for everyone, of peace on earth if only for one day. Whatever you believe, make it a good one. I kind of like that about myself…still believing. In fairy tales and beyond.
“Once in a while, right in the middle of an ordinary life, Love gives us a fairy tale.”