Once upon a time, Little Elaine was very sad, and life seemed to be an awful thing. Sometimes, she wished she had never been born.
One night a terrible nightmare woke her up. When she opened her eyes, she saw a beautiful fairy lighting up the room with magical, pink light. The lovely being held a wand and wore a sparkling, diaphanous pink and gold and purple gown that wafted prettily around her as she floated through the air.
The small child sat up amazed and delighted when the spirit sat next to her and took one of her hands in her own. The touch felt warm and comforting to Little Elaine, who looked up full of wonder into the spirit’s blue, gentle eyes. “Are you my fairy godmother?” she asked hopefully.
“Yes, I am, darling girl,” the fairy said in a musical, soft voice. “And I’ve come tonight because I thought this would be a good time to tell you about your wonderful future.”
“Am I ever going to be happy?” the little girl said with eyes brimming over with tears.
“Oh, yes!” the fairy said quickly. “You are going to have an amazing life. You’ll be an actress in lots of plays and some films. Best of all, you’ll meet and know many, many wonderful people. You’ll go on exciting adventures to countries like England and France and China and many other places. You’ll have oodles of pets that you’ll love dearly. And you will become a teacher, and that will fill you with joy. And you will live for a long, long time—much longer than you can possibly imagine right now. And then, you will live in Florida, and…”
The little girl squealed with excitement. “Live there?! Not just go there at Christmas to see Grandpa and Grandma?!”
“The Fairy Godmother nodded. “That’s right. And when you are older, you will have your own lovely little home not far from the beach.”
“Oooooh,” The little girl wiggled happily. “I love the beach!”
“And there will be a pool right across from your new home that you will have almost always all to yourself.”
“Really, really, really?!” Little Elaine asked in breathless wonder.
“I promise. And it will be heated to a lovely, warm temperature, so you won’t turn blue like you do now when you go swimming in the cold one in the park.”
The little girl reached out and hugged the fairy godmother. “Oh, that sounds wonderful!”
The fairy godmother kissed her on the forehead, “Now go to sleep. Tomorrow you won’t remember anything I’ve told you.”
The little girl frowned. “That’s no good. I want to remember it tomorrow when I wake up. I’m mad at you.”
The fairy godmother reached out and stroked the little girl’s head. “I’ll tell you what. Sometime in the year 2018, I’ll come back and remind you, okay?”
The little girl stuck out her lower lip. “That’s too many years from now! I can’t even count how many. It’s way too long.”
The Fairy Godmother laughed gently, “It will be here sooner than you would ever believe possible. Now go to sleep, darling.” She waved her wand. The little girl’s eyes dropped shut.
And with that, the beautiful Fairy Godmother disappeared in a puff of sparkles.
Many, many years later, in fact, in the spring of 2018, an older woman woke in the middle of the night from a dream about reuniting with pets who had died many years ago. She felt very sad.
When she opened her eyes, she was startled to see a pink light filling the room. She sat up and gasped at the vision of a beautiful fairy in the doorway. “Oh my God!”
“Don’t be afraid, Katherine. I like the name you chose for yourself, by the way. Better for you than Elaine.”
The woman pressed herself against the back of the bed, open-mouthed and speechless.
The fairy laughed with a merry tinkling sound. “Interesting how much less afraid children are of magic, isn’t it?”
Katherine clutched at the covers. “What do you want? Who are you? What are you doing here?”
“I promised I’d come back. So here I am. Don’t you recognize me?”
Katherine’s eyes blinked quickly as a vague memory emerged from the recesses of her mind. “Oh! Yes! I do! You’re my fairy godmother!”
“That’s right,” The fairy floated over to the bed. “Remember what I told you?”
Flashing memories of that night long ago made Katherine sit up erect. “Yes! Yes!” she swept her gray hair back off her sleepy face as she recalled everything the fairy had said those many years ago. “I had totally forgotten!”
The fairy sat on the bed and crossed her legs. “So, it’s all turned out the way I said it would, hasn’t it?”
“Yes,” Katherine frowned suddenly, with the same expression she once had as a child. “But, you didn’t tell me about all the heartaches and losses and challenges I would have along the way!”
“Well, no,” the fairy smiled gently and reached for Katherine’s hand. “But you got through them, didn’t you? With a lot of help, of course. And all of them have made you stronger, wiser, and more compassionate, haven’t they?” Katherine was surprised to see the fairy’s eyes fill with tears as she whispered, “But, I know. Life can be very hard and very scary sometimes.”
The compassion Katherine felt emanating from this lovely spirit made her own eyes fill with tears. They looked deeply at one another for a moment, then the fairy patted Katherine’s hand gently and sat back, “But let’s remember the good things now. That’s why I’m here—to remind you.”
Katherine nodded, fluffed her pillow and sat up more comfortably. “You’re right. And truthfully, I am deeply grateful for all the wonderful things I have had and have, but….” Katherine hesitated. “Let me ask you—are you here because I’m dying?”
The fairy threw back her head and laughed. The sound rang like bells. “Oh, death, death, death. You all worry so much about that.”
Katherine sat up and hugged her knees. “Well, then, tell me about death and what comes after.”
“Of course,” the fairy said.
And so, until the sky turned light enough to silhouette the branches of the oak tree outside the window, Katherine’s fairy godmother answered all her questions about life and death. Then Katherine fell asleep.
The next morning as she drank her cup of tea, Katherine felt very peaceful even though she could not remember anything the fairy had told her.
Has your fairy godmother revisited you yet to remind you that all the wonderful things she once told you about your life have come true? Or does she need to?