It seems amiss that we shield our children from reality while filling their senses with make-believe characters and lands only found in fairy tales. As much as I think I should be, I have never been mad at my parents from lying to me about Santa Clause or letting me believe that someday my prince would come. But I can't help but question the motive for urging our children to believe in a kind of false hope.
If I told you that when I have children I wouldn't let them watch Cinderella or wouldn't play tooth fairy a few nights a year, I would be lying to you. I will participate in those traditions as much as my parents, but I have no idea why. Why would I give my children something to believe in when I know that those tales are only stories.
Is it because we are so accustom to tradition that it pains us to change the future? Is it because as adults--deep down-- we still really want to believe that the fairytale could come true? Does it give us some kind of joy to think that maybe wishing on a star or a passing hay wagon will help our dreams transpire? Or, do we believe that maybe, just maybe, those stories aren't stories after all and somewhere someday they will come true ?
The world is so materialistic, but we have as gifts from the spirit: faith, hope and love, so that we can realize more then what we can just see and touch. Fantasies are somewhere between impossible and attainable. Was it a fantasy to believe that someday man would walk on the moon? Is it a fantasy to think you might win the lottery? Do I believe in the "happily ever after" or "someday my prince will come?" I can tell you this....if you don't believe you can have something, you will never have it! Don't stop dreaming.
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