Believing Is Seeing

I was in Toronto visiting my friend Wendy. She was whipping up a delicious dinner, and getting to know my husband Mark in the kitchen, while her adorable daughter Amaya and I played with her big shiny ball in the backyard. Then came the moment when laughter turned to tears. Amaya had banged her hand on the fence when trying to retrieve the ball. She was about to go running for her mom when I told her I had a magic remedy I could use on her, if she was up for the experiment. 

Her impossibly big eyes widened even more and her head nodded... very slowly.  I reached my right hand into my back pocket and pinching my finger and thumb together I grabbed just the right amount of fairy dust. As I did this I explained to Amaya that I had visited a magical forest. There I had met a fairy who was kind enough to give me some of her magic dust, on the condition that I use it only on important people. People who believe in fairies. Amaya stood motionless. I didn't have to ask if she was a believer. Those gorgeous big eyes said she was.

She held out her delicate little hand and I slowly sprinkled the dust on her finger, making sure to get every last speck on the boo boo. Fairy dust is not something you want to waste. I asked Amaya if she could see the dust. She nodded, those eyes glued to her finger. When I asked if she felt better, again she nodded. Fairy dust will do it every time.

Every year when I'd visit Wendy and her family Amaya would ask me about the fairy dust. She wanted to see it again. But I was careful not to show it to her. Fairy dust is not easy to see, and as we get older our eyes get weaker. Especially in matters such as this. I didn't want to her think that just because she couldn't see it now, doesn't mean it didn't happen then. 

Amaya taught me something that day...

Maybe in order to see the world as a beautiful magical place, we just need to believe it is. Why not try it? The world could use a little more fairy dust.