Talking to a child is a curious thing
You look into their eyes and there is a trust and a faith that is unspoken
When you speak of Santa Claus their eyes light up
The tooth fairy is brought to mind because of a boy with a space in his mouth where a tooth had lived for the last eight years,
†You ponder
There is hope and awe for any future riches that will come to them by simply wrapping up their white treasure in tissue and placing it beneath their pillow
Then, the next morning it turns into solid cash
When a child tells me that his mother is the tooth fairy I have to question it
Because the tooth fairy exists for anyone who still believes in her
But when a child insists that his mother is the tooth fairy, because she says so
†I tell them, how, when I little, a long time ago, I wrapped up my own tooth, in a couple of toilet paper sheets. Then I stuffed it beneath my pillow until the next morning when it changed into a dime
It was magic
After saying that I could see a smile and a bit of doubt coupled with hope, pop into his eyes
Since this small vulnerable child, has no proof and if they have never caught anyone exchanging their tooth for money, then why not let it be true
Truth, like beauty, is often in the eye of the beholder.
The tooth fairy and other childhood lore are good for the soul (at any age).
I say, "Let it be what it is! Keep on believing."
These childhood myths make it fun - all too soon children grow up anyway.
I will never forget that incredible Christmas - the one when I "knew" and my little sister didn't. I felt privy to the adult world, and shared winks and knowing smiles with my parents. I saw them in a whole new light. I was touched by how hard they worked (like staying up ALL NIGHT putting together unassembled gifts) to make it happen for us.
Believe!
Believing is important until you can be a part of it all yourself.