Tuesday, May 19, 2009

The Treasure Fairy

In the far away land of Nannie and Papa's House a small fairy was born among the tree nymphs and dryads. She knew her calling in life from the very beginning and was aptly named Treasure Fairy. She spent her time becoming an expert shopper in the nearby lands of Target Dollar Section and Everything's A Dollar, collecting items that she knew would please the sometimes inhabitants of Nannie and Papa's House.

She gave a mirthful giggle when the oldest one they called Nathan could not pronounce her name and began calling her The Blueberry, and sent happy thoughts his way when she would deposit the small gifts in his treasure box each night. She would hide in the closet to wait for his sleepy tread on the floor in the morning, basking in the glow of his delight which imbued her with magic and strengthened her for another shopping trip.

Then the next child named Gracie was suddenly old enough to have a treasure box, and she was able to procure girly gifts for the little one. She flitted among the pink items and sparkly stickers, anticipating the squeals of pleasure that would accompany their discovery. She loved the children, and although their visits to the land of Nannie and Papa's House were infrequent, she continued to stockpile gifts so that she would be ready at any time to welcome them back.

Then one day Nathan looked a bit perplexed as he opened his box. He was happy with his gifts, but she did not receive her normal boost of magic when he saw them. She followed him at a distance as he sought out the Queen of the land, and asked her in a quiet voice if there was really a Treasure Fairy (because by this time he could pronounce her name correctly) and she gently told him the truth. "No son, there is not a real Treasure Fairy. Nannie and Papa put those gifts in your box every night."


Treasure Fairy gasped at this blatant lie and quickly flew away to her small hidey hole in the closet where she sobbed her little heart out. Then she heard a small sound by the treasure boxes. She peeked out from her hiding place and saw Gracie sitting there with a look of pure joy on her face as she cradled a package of sparkly stickers in her hands. Treasure Fairy felt her strength coming back and leaped into the air with a little shout. "She still believes! She still believes!", she thought triumphantly.


And so it was that the oldest child left part of the magic of childhood behind, and soon thereafter lost his faith in the Tooth Fairy as well. But both fairies knew that although his growing mind couldn't hold on to them and logic both, that they still had Gracie for a season. And it was enough.

10 comments:

Leah said...

Awww - this is precious!

Mocha with Linda said...

Where are you coming up with this stuff? Forget radiation therapy! You need to write books, girl!

And they need to each come with a pack of tissues. . . .

Carrie @ Cottage Cozy said...

Oh...I remember that day with each of my 5 children..the day they discovered "the truth"! Some had tears indeed and others knew for quite some time but kept the secret going. The nice thing about having several children was that they were able to act as Tooth Fairy or Easter Bunny for the younger ones who still believed. But alas there is always the youngest child who has no younger siblings to carry on the tradition. But there are always Nursing Homes and Hospitals, lonely neighbors and small cousins that they can become a new kind of Fairy to....What a lovely way your parents delivered treasures to your children.

Have a wonderful COZY week,
Carrie

Lisa said...

I love this...I agree with Linda, you need to write.

Crystal said...

Great post!!! Such sweet memories your kids will have one day!

luvmy4sons said...

They grow up so fast.

Karen said...

I agree, when is your book coming out?

Carol said...

Oh, it's so sad when they grow up and learn about the Tooth Fairy and Santa Claus. My days are numbered for sure.

Alana said...

Sweet post!

Anonymous said...

Beautiful! Yes, you should definitely write more - you're very creative.