Working with sound/light/crystal fusion Theragem is in a very real sense a dance between the realms; seen and unseen worlds.
Fairies of all ilks and gender, as we know, flit also between the realms. Today, after a funny fairy mention by a Theragem client, I was suddenly reminded of this precautionary inter-generational tooth fairy tale!
Young Jessica learned about the tooth fairy at school, so she knew exactly what to do when she went to bed one night with tooth in hand. She had explained to her mother how it works, so her mother also knew what to do. Right around bedtime for grown-ups, Jessica's mom crept silently into the dark room where two little girls were sleeping. Carefully feeling one bed-end and running her hand ever so lightly along the bed edge she located the pillow and, holding her breath she slid her hand with all stealth beneath it. "Caught you!!!" cried her little Nancy Drew triumphantly, as Jessica's mother almost died on the spot.
Fairies of all ilks and gender, as we know, flit also between the realms. Today, after a funny fairy mention by a Theragem client, I was suddenly reminded of this precautionary inter-generational tooth fairy tale!
Young Jessica learned about the tooth fairy at school, so she knew exactly what to do when she went to bed one night with tooth in hand. She had explained to her mother how it works, so her mother also knew what to do. Right around bedtime for grown-ups, Jessica's mom crept silently into the dark room where two little girls were sleeping. Carefully feeling one bed-end and running her hand ever so lightly along the bed edge she located the pillow and, holding her breath she slid her hand with all stealth beneath it. "Caught you!!!" cried her little Nancy Drew triumphantly, as Jessica's mother almost died on the spot.
Jessica couldn't help herself. She rumbled the secret Santa at Christmas with the same dogged intent. She didn't want to and she was seriously crestfallen that the game was up. But she just couldn't help herself.
Twenty years on and Jessica is the Mom. Her son comes home from school with tooth in hand and explains about the tooth fairy and what you have to do.
"Mm hm", says Jessica, ready to play her part.
Bedtime comes around and Freddie is excited. He has a plan. He's not going to put his tooth under the pillow, he's going to put it in a glass of water and then either the splashing will wake him up or the tooth fairy will drown and either way, he'll catch her (yes, it is a she). Jessica has to think fast: "Er, no…you can't do that because… because of the tooth fairy police!" Five year old eyes widen. Okay then, under the pillow it goes.
Bedtime for grown ups comes around and she goes to do her duty. Pushing open the bedroom door, waiting, listening for Freddie's rhythmic breathing, she begins to step lightly across to his bed. She kicks over a glass of water and sets off his fire engine siren before realizing that the pathway from the door to the bed is entirely booby-trapped. He does not wake. She goes forward, successfully retrieves the tooth from a pile of three pillows across which he is lying and leaves the designated silver (fairy rates have fairly inflated since she was a child) and escapes undetected. She wonders if it's genetic.
Jessica calls her Mom: "Freddie just lost his first tooth and it was very traumatic," says Jessica ruefully on the phone, "I think I just got my comeuppance."
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Child's Drawing of the Tooth Fairy CC BY 2.0
Image licensed by Janine and Jim under the Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic.
Twenty years on and Jessica is the Mom. Her son comes home from school with tooth in hand and explains about the tooth fairy and what you have to do.
"Mm hm", says Jessica, ready to play her part.
Bedtime comes around and Freddie is excited. He has a plan. He's not going to put his tooth under the pillow, he's going to put it in a glass of water and then either the splashing will wake him up or the tooth fairy will drown and either way, he'll catch her (yes, it is a she). Jessica has to think fast: "Er, no…you can't do that because… because of the tooth fairy police!" Five year old eyes widen. Okay then, under the pillow it goes.
Bedtime for grown ups comes around and she goes to do her duty. Pushing open the bedroom door, waiting, listening for Freddie's rhythmic breathing, she begins to step lightly across to his bed. She kicks over a glass of water and sets off his fire engine siren before realizing that the pathway from the door to the bed is entirely booby-trapped. He does not wake. She goes forward, successfully retrieves the tooth from a pile of three pillows across which he is lying and leaves the designated silver (fairy rates have fairly inflated since she was a child) and escapes undetected. She wonders if it's genetic.
Jessica calls her Mom: "Freddie just lost his first tooth and it was very traumatic," says Jessica ruefully on the phone, "I think I just got my comeuppance."
*~*~*
Child's Drawing of the Tooth Fairy CC BY 2.0
Image licensed by Janine and Jim under the Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic.
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