Damn other people's kids.
The Faery has been super excited about a visit from the Sugar Sprite Fairy. She doesn't care about her sugar haul getting taken, because she loves the idea of a new toy. It's brilliant.
Then the other day, she was playing with some kids that live in a nearby apartment. The other kids are similarly aged, and she adores them, but there are also times where it ends in tears because they have much more dominant personalities than hers, and she gets frustrated. This was one of those days. She came running home, in a flood of tears.
"Mum, they said that the Halloween Fairy isn't real! And they said I'm a baby! WAAAAAAAAH!"
Okay, so she can be hypersensitive and cry at the drop of a hat - these kids have figured that much out - but I was furious with them for not letting her believe in that fairy.
She looked heartbroken, so I told her the other girls were wrong and it was silly of them to say that to her. She continued bawling.
I added, "You know why they think she isn't real? Because she only visits children who believe in fairies."
The Faery looked up at me, her blue eyes as wide as can be, and hot tears spilling out. "But I do believe, Mum, I really do!" She nodded her head vigorously.
I told her that the reason I knew this for a fact was because the same fairy visited out friends in Portland after last Halloween.
The Faery smiled, and exhaled in relief.
Am I going to hell for telling such lies to her? I should be feeling bad about it, but I don't. I want her to have some magic in her childhood.
After all, how many people need therapy because they were encouraged to believe in the Easter Bunny, or Santa Claus?
Having said that, I'm dreading the day she comes home from school and announces - courtesy of the schoolyard grapevine - that they aren't real.
I want to bottle her innocence, and keep it forever...