Tuesday, May 8, 2012

She Saw a Faerie

When Molly was little, she saw a faerie sitting in a flower in her aunties garden. She described it in beautiful detail and yet I can't remember what she said. There was no doubt in what she had seen. She was certain and I was not surprised. Children are so open and dreamy. I was, however, surprised when she whispered in my ear the other day that she had just seen another one. She's quickly approaching her early teen years and I catch glimpses of her letting go of her little girl ways. Breathing in and out, she flutters between growing up and needing to be a little girl. Perhaps the faerie came back one more time to say goodbye. A song comes to mind.