I find nothing fires the imagination of my 5 year old daughter more than the idea of magic. Anything that you can’t pin down, and which allows your imagination to run wild and my girl is away in her head, creating and exploring worlds that have no earthly existence, but which to her are so very real. Fairies fit into this idea very nicely. You can’t see them, so you cannot say they do not exist. They might. And the thrill of this can keep her occupied for hours.
Anytime you are out and about, in your garden or anywhere even slightly green, there is the opportunity to go fairy hunting. I love opening my own mind in this way, and accessing my inner child. It is liberating and quite a challenge to set aside the practical mind constraints that the adult world imposes. Ella at first follows, and them leads in the creativity. Hers knows no bounds. We have created a gentle “ting ting ting ting” sound that reflects what she imagines they may sound like when they fly. And so we stop in the fresh-air silence and listen. We have heard them, just faintly, many times. Then they know we are listening, and so they stop. No, really, they do.
Thinking about their habitat is a lot of fun too. Wild mushrooms are obviously tables for the fairy dance, and rocks provide hiding places for fairy hide-and-seek. Acorn cups are the perfect cups and bowls. Crinkly brown leaves are what the fairies use as confetti, and the lush green ones are perfect for surfing or fairy magic carpets. Holes in trees are the fairy houses into which we carefully place soft cut grass or heather for their beds, and abandoned rabbit holes show that the fairies have a clever network of underground tunnels that allow them to stay hidden. They’re not daft these fairies.
At home, our explorations complete, and imaginations exhausted, we take the table from the doll’s house and gently lay acorn cups supported on plasticine upon it. Filling them with minute drops of water provides a signal to the fairies that they are invited to come and play in the night. Now she is learning to write, she will often leave a note for them, with instructions on where to sit, or which of her toys they may play with. From time to time we also leave a real fairy cake. Both it, and the water, are always gone in the morning. Eyes tight shut in bed, my girl is convinced she hears them, but never peeps because that would break the spell.
Fairy hunting is great for stretching the imagination of your child. And yours too. The real world will interrupt their innocent musings all too soon, so I like to take every chance we have to exercise that sense of wonder in the hope she will carry some of it into her adult life. Who knows, maybe the fairies will follow?