Have you ever seen a fairy?  As a child, we often see things a different way than the adults around us.  There is a purity and clearness to our perceptions that we often lose as we grow.

A Fairy Tale

(Note: This story was inspired by Cheryl Therrien/Grandmother’s Diaries and her new book Letter’s From Grandma.)

I was just five and was proud of the fact that I was a big girl.  I hadn’t yet run into the prejudice that would accompany my large coke bottle bottom glass and a Fairy Tale. findingourwaynow.comdisability that had yet to show itself.   I was a happy child.  My home and family were the center of  my universe.

However, there was one thing.  I hated naps.  Every afternoon mom would have me lie in my bed to take a nap.  Sometimes I’d sleep.  Sometimes I just played games in my head or play with my doll while I lay in my bed.  This was one of those times that I just didn’t want to sleep and lay in my bed all restless and bored.  I lay on my side and could see outside the open window of my bedroom.  It was a beautiful day.  I longed to be out there playing in the yard.  I sighed and closed my eyes for a second.

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I heard an ever so slight swishing sound.  When I opened my eyes, I couldn’t believe what I saw.   She was a so beautiful, with golden hair and bright blue eyes and a she was waving at it me from the windowsill.  I smiled, and she said hi in the tiniest of voices.  I had heard of them before, had even seen pictures of them, but there she was sitting on my windowsill.

The fairy was dressed in a wispy white dress, and her wings were as big as she was. I stared at her for a moment and decided it was time to take a closer look.  As I got out of bed, she stood up and watched me approach.   I reached out to pick her up, and whoosh she was gone.  When I put my hand down, she returned.   I was so excited; I had my very own fairy.  I wanted to tell my Mom, but the fairy said I was to keep it a secret.

I asked my fairy where she lived.  She told me all about her home in the garden.  I asked if she were mine.  I even told her I would make a little house for her so she could stay with me in my room.  She shook her head to indicate none of that would do.

We talked for while about her garden home and how she lived among the flowers when they were in bloom.  Her favorite was the moonflower that only opened at night.  I excitedly exclaimed that was mine too.  I told her how I loved sitting on the porch swing at night watching these large white flowers open up in the moonlight.  I could imagine her there and how fun it would be have her as my friend.

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I was starting to get a bit tired of standing. She said I should lie down on the bed.  I did that.  I watched her for a while as she flew from window to the outside bush and back … and then … I woke up.

I looked frantically for my fairy.  She was gone; nowhere to be found, I was so upset.  Mom came into the room and asked what was wrong.  I was afraid to tell her for fear that I would share the secret.  In the end, I told my Mom about the fairy.  Mom listened and stroked my hair with a sad and concerned look on her face. She said maybe my fairy would return the next time I was to take a nap.

As I grew older, I realized that it was a child’s imagination that was at play.  Regardless, it was so very real to me.  I can still see that beautiful little fairy in my minds eye to this day.

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I believe that a child’s imagination is a wondrous and beautiful thing.  Wouldn’t it be nice if we could maintain that wonder as an adult?

Have you ever had a memory from your childhood that gives you pause?  One that is as clear today as if it just happened?  I would love to hear your story.  :-)

Life’s journey continues…

If you liked this, check out Crawdad Hunting, Sad Kitty Tale and Springhouse Frog. 

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  • Cheryl Therrien

    Thank you so much for the shout out! I love this story! BTW – I still believe in fairies, and gnomes, and ….. :)

    • http://findingourwaynow.com/ Susan P. Cooper

      You are so welcome my dear friend. I too believe in fairies and only hope one day I see my fairy for real again. :-)

  • DC

    I believe in fairies, angels and miracles. They are very real, some folks have even taken pictures of them :)

    • http://findingourwaynow.com/ Susan P. Cooper

      Hi DC, The think that is way cool. I have seen those pictures and they make my heat happy. :-)

  • Jon Jefferson

    You know that screen of dust in the air when it catches the sunlight just right. The sun reflects off the particles as they are suspended. My children used to dance in these when they found them. They called it magic. You don’t take moments like this from your children.

    One day they will grow up and learn that it is only dust. But when they are young and dancing in the magic you let them dance and be kids for just another day.

    • http://findingourwaynow.com/ Susan P. Cooper

      Hi Jon, You captured my sentiments perfectly. Kids grow up fast enough. Letting them have some of that magic as a kid is the greatest gift we can give them.

  • Carol Covin

    How beautiful. I didn’t have nearly the imagination you do, but I remember clearly leaving a motel on vacation, remembering only too late that I had left my tiny black and white stuffed panda bear in the room. I still miss it. i was probably 5.

    • http://findingourwaynow.com/ Susan P. Cooper

      Thanks Carol. So nice to see you hear. Thank you for your kind words. That is so sad about your little panda. I would feel exactly the same way. :-)

  • Jeri Walker-Bickett

    No matter our age, it’s so important to nurture our imaginations. I used to take a small mirror and hold it in my hands as I walked around the house. I held the mirror so it faced the ceiling. That never got old, the feeling of walking on the ceiling.

    • http://findingourwaynow.com/ Susan P. Cooper

      I love that Jeri. I agree with you. I am going the try that with the mirror. :-)

  • http://lorrainemariereguly.wordpress.com/ Lorraine Marie Reguly

    Congratulations on your recent nomination for The Liebster Award! You can find out what you need to do to accept it at http://lorrainemariereguly.wordpress.com/2013/08/20/ive-been-given-another-award/.

    Susan, I know that you’ve received awards before, and that you have even created one, and so I’m really hoping that you’ll accept this one!

    • http://findingourwaynow.com/ Susan P. Cooper

      Hi Lorraine, Thank you my friend. That is way cool and of course I will accept it. I am way overdue with paying it forward for a few awards and I will make sure to include this when I do. :-)

  • Jacs Henderson

    Susan, what an enchanting story and memory – and thank you for sharing what your secret fairy looked like!
    You see now, you were destined to be a story teller – how lovely you are telling your first stories now – and with such a great eye for detail in your pictures – I adore them :)
    Jacs

    • http://findingourwaynow.com/ Susan P. Cooper

      Hi Jacs, Thank so much for the compliment and your thoughts. they mean a great deal to me. You are the best my friend.

  • Debra Yearwood

    Susan you have such a wonderful imagination and its obviously one you’ve had your whole life.

    I remember thinking that nap time was some strange and cruel punishment, I never slept, not a wink. I was so incapable of sleeping during the day that I was positively fascinated, not to mention a little jealous of those kids who could.

    • http://findingourwaynow.com/ Susan P. Cooper

      Hi Debra. I’m sure with you about the nap thing. I did hate them until my fairy. After that, all I did was stay awake to make sure I didn’t miss her. :-)

  • http://joannerambling.wordpress.com/ Jo-Anne

    I liked this story fairies are so special, when a child believes in fairies theyhave such a great childhood

    • http://findingourwaynow.com/ Susan P. Cooper

      Hi Jo-Ann, I couldn’t agree with you more my friend. Have you seen a fairy?

  • http://www.garrettspecialties.com/ Arleen Harry

    When I was a child my parents took me to see Peter Pan. At that time it was Mary Martin who was Peter Pan. I would see myself never growing up as I loved being child. Who wouldn’t, I had nothing to worry about, I played with my dolls and had the best backyard with a life size dollhouse. I would dream that I was Peter Pan. One day I became very frustrated because I started to grow and my mother had to explain to me that I was no Peter Pan. I was so disappointed. Awe to be a child again and carefree.

    • http://findingourwaynow.com/ Susan P. Cooper

      Hi Arleen, I think all kids wanted to go the Never Neverland and be Peter Pan at some point. But alas we do grow up and the magic seems to go away with it. sigh! :-)

  • Jacqueline Gum

    I really enjoyed this story! Well done you! When I was child I loved to climb trees. I spent every moment I could finding the best and climbing them. I imagined that in my grown-up life, I would find a tree big enough to live in. I even imagined that I could marry and raise a family there. Of course, my husband would be exactly like my daddy, and I would be he perfect mommy serving cheese whiz sandwiches for every meal. There are days I wish my life had turned out that way :)

    • http://findingourwaynow.com/ Susan P. Cooper

      Thanks Jacqueline, Don’t you love tree houses? I can see how you would have imagined all that too. I feel the same way…sigh… :-)

  • http://broadcastingsunny.blogspot.com/ Broadcasting Sunny

    Hmmm, This wasn’t really a dream of mine but rather a vivid memory of my imagination as a kid. I remember wondering what happened to the sun at night. Where did it go? When it was setting, I decided to follow it. I figured it had a house it went into. Then I thought that house might burn down. I kept riding my bike towards it, into part of the neighborhood I didn’t often go. Alas, I didn’t get much further because I hit a major highway I couldn’t cross.

    Today’s kids know all these things (I also tell my kids quite often – “I didn’t know that, I went to Catholic school”, lol). Anyway, I remember the thoughts and feelings I had then quite vividly.

    • http://findingourwaynow.com/ Susan P. Cooper

      Hi Broadcasting Sunny (love that name BTW). I can just see you peddling hard to find the sun’s home. I used to wonder about where the rain came form. I was convened it was because the stars were crying. You gotta to love our imaginations.. :-)

  • http://writespeaksell.com jeannettepaladino

    When I was a child we didn’t have all the modern gadgets that have kids today glued to the TV, games, and their smart phones. We didn’t have parents that arranged our play dates. My friends would simply show up at my door and say, “Hey, you want to go out and play?” We would use chalk to draw a hopscotch “court” on the sidewalk., or we’d play tag or jump on our bikes. Often, we’d run to a nearby field and play cowgirls and ride imaginary horses on our broomsticks. Our imaginations brought us more joy than any toy on the market. I cherish those days and feel for today’s children who have every moment of the day programmed for them.

    • http://findingourwaynow.com/ Susan P. Cooper

      Those were the days weren’t they Jeannette. I so agree with you. Using our minds in ways that created whole new worlds was magical. I worry that the coming generation will miss and all the wonders and creativity that come with it. :-)

  • http://yourlifebetter.net/ Darrell

    Hi Susan, I love your story. It reminded me how much I used to have so much fun reading Where The Wild Things Are to my first son. He would be so attentive and get so excited as my voice rose and fell. What a sweet memory.

    Thanks for sparking it.

    Darrell

    • http://findingourwaynow.com/ Susan P. Cooper

      Hi Darrell, You are so welcome. What an awesome memory. That is a great book all around for any kid, large or small. :-)

  • http://www.patricia-weber.com Patricia Weber

    Oh yes, fabulous reminiscing here Susan. And yes, I have many of memories like this. One in particular jumped to my mind as you were talking about the creativity of the childlike open mind. A friend of mine and I were finished playing hopscotch (cool that my friend Jeannette was talking about that!) and we wanted to do something different. Our neighbor drove up in a dry cleaning truck; he owned a local one. I think he was home for lunch or something. We peered inside his truck and saw an organized ocean of beautiful colors. It was the dry cleaning tags. While I have no idea why we thought this was okay, we stepped up into the truck and each picked out a handful of our favorite colors. We were about to leave the truck when guess who caught us? Yep; we were wrong. He walked each of us to our homes and that ended what was one of my most memorable weekend childlike days. Thanks for bringing that one back to me.

    • http://findingourwaynow.com/ Susan P. Cooper

      Hi Patricia, That is a GREAT story. I could just see that happening. Heh, colors are colors and need to arranged, right? :-)

  • doreenpendgracs

    How lucky you were to have seen a fairy, Susan! It’s so cool that you were able to capture those memories in your illustrations, and that you were kind enough to share them with us all. I’ve never heard of a moonflower, so for the benefit of those who were also wondering whether you’d made that part up, here is the link to a video showing a moonflower up: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JUkEfkzMlrM. Cheers!

    • http://findingourwaynow.com/ Susan P. Cooper

      Thanks so much Doreen. It is a fond memory. Thanks for that about the Moonflower. we had a large vine of them on a trellis next to our porch sing. When the sun would go down the flowers on the vine would open. It was a very cool thing for a kid to watch. :-)

  • Dan Meyers

    It’s funny how as adults we have to grow up and “leave behind” these childhood attribtutes of imagation and beliefs… and we trade them for the boring and sometimes nothingness of reality!

    • http://findingourwaynow.com/ Susan P. Cooper

      Well said Dan, Our minds are amzing things. We sometimes forget that great things comes from our imaginations when we just let it flow as we did as a child. :-)

  • HomeJobsbyMOM

    A child’s imagination is so much more entertaining than an adults. As adults we are caught up in reality a little too much. We need to learn to just have fun and be.

    • http://findingourwaynow.com/ Susan P. Cooper

      Hi Krystle. Indeed that is true. If only we could hold on to that magic as adults. :-)

  • http://biz.leoraw.com/about/ Leora Wenger

    I admire your mother’s ability to incorporate down time in your day. She gave you the opportunity to teach yourself coping mechanisms, and perhaps one of them was self-comforting with your imagination. You certainly haven’t lost your imagination!

    • http://findingourwaynow.com/ Susan P. Cooper

      Hi Leora. As much as I hated it as I child, it did learn to appreciate it as an adult. Both my parents greatly encouraged me and bothers to stretch our imaginations and ultimately our belief in ourselves. :-)

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