“Oh honey, I am so sorry! Maybe she was in a hurry. Maybe it was a busy night for her. But LOOK at those beautiful doll clothes she left you! Here, let me see them.”
She could care a less about the prize…it’s the note that she needs.
“The Tooth Fairy moved my baby dolls mommy! They were sitting up when I went to bed and now they are lying down!!! LOOK!”
Yes. I tripped over them in the middle of the night trying to stuff the doll clothes (I bought months ago at JoAnn Fabrics with a coupon) under your pillow hoping not to wake you. I was out of cash, so I went to reserves box.
“Well look at that! She must have noticed your cousin gave you two more baby dolls to add to your American Girl Doll collection!”
“I still don’t understand it. She ALWAYS leaves me a note. A special note.”
My daughter has now spent most of the morning going through her sheets and under her bed over and over again looking for the cherished note. My heart aches…
“I don’t see it either. I wonder if it’s over here? Nope. Well you have looked for hours honey. I don’t think there is a note. I’m so sorry.”
“Maybe she will bring one tonight if she was too busy last night!!!”
“Yes. I bet she will bring one tonight!”
Oh my dear innocent believing child. Daddy will make that beautiful drawing of the Tooth Fairy as soon as he gets home from work and stick it way down deep behind the sheets so you can continue to believe in the goodness of a loving Tooth Fairy.
My husband and I messed up. We forgot about the Tooth Fairy until it was way too late for him to take the hour he needs to make his delicate and beautiful piece of Tooth Fairy art. The first time he started this amazing hand written “stamp” from the Tooth Fairy, I warned him that he would have to continue this tradition for years to come. I loved his dedication and his investment in our kids. We cut out paper to make a big tooth shape, then we write a letter to the child that is personal and encouraging. My husband then brands the note with a detailed description of the beautiful and loving Tooth Fairy. It’s a project. The kids get either a few bucks or something they spotted at the store that I secretly bought later. I vividly remember my little girl years ago longing to have this princess wand. The Tooth Fairy left it for her and she was amazed with the magic of the Fairy knowing exactly what she wanted.
What surprised me with this situation was her profound devastation of not finding the beautiful yet simple note. The doll clothes were squeezed in her fist while she desperately searched for the more important gift. The words and love from an Angel.
I took the kids to the pool while my husband created the missing magical letter when he got home from work. He hid it way down deep under the bed, with the hope that my daughter would find it later and her faith be restored.
Home from the pool and showering and changing for a cook out, I throw out the bait:
“I still can’t believe the Tooth Fairy didn’t leave a note. Are you sure you looked everywhere? How about down here….”
“MOM! THE NOTE!!! THE NOTE!! IT’S BEAUTIFUL!!!! Let me read it to EVERYBODY!!!!”
Running around the house more excited than Christmas Morning. Faith so easily restored.
Oh how many lessons this story packs full: How significant some small wonders can be for our children. The realization that “things” truly aren’t as important as “words” or “love”. Change or disappointment is always heartbreaking for a child (and a parent). And finally, the brutal realization that when we drop the ball with our children, they will notice and suffer.
But what I kept thinking about last night after the drama played out was this:
How many notes do we look for and never find?
How many balls have people dropped in our life?
How many empty promises have we faced?
How many times have we looked desperately for the words and love from someone special in our lives?
How often do we give up on the magic and power of His Presence?
I desperately look for notes.
I have tossed and turned in the waters of disappointment.
I have held my breath waiting for words of encouragement from loved ones.
I yearn for His Presence, and frantically look under beds and covers to find evidence.
Sometimes it all comes together and faith is restored in both people and God. Sometimes it doesn’t.
And when I can’t find those affirmations I long to see, I trust that God has laid them somewhere beneath the bed of my life and in time…
I too, will find them.