Clap Your Hands

Tinkerbell copyI remember it like it was yesterday. My sister and I sat totally still in front of the TV. Mary Martin, playing Peter Pan, was asking for our help for Tinkerbell. She was desperately ill because of the lack of belief in fairies. Peter told us that if we clapped our hands, and let her know we did believe, maybe Tink’s light wouldn’t go out.  I clapped until my hands hurt and her light got brighter. “Clap some more,” Peter said, “she’s getting better.”  I thought my arms would fall off but I clapped until once again Tink could fly.

2016 fairy gardenSeveral years ago, my daughter’s twins and I made a fairy and gnome garden. It started small. Grey had a house for gnomes. Ella had one for fairies. We knew if we gave them a place to come, they would find us. And they did! Then the fairies and gnomes brought presents and friends that magically appeared over night, every night of the twins’ visits.

gnome garden copyThe real elves, fairies, and gnomes added figurines of themselves, as well as rocks and birds and butterflies and frogs, sparkly rocks and solar lights. What started on one side of a crepe myrtle in our backyard grew until it almost surrounded the tree. They even created a party glade where Ella’s fairies and Grey’s gnomes could come to dance and sing together.

Ella's fairy garden copyWhenever the twins would visit, the BlueBird of Happiness would come out and our magical friends would visit…until after their Labor Day visit when we tucked the houses and the figures away for the winter.

Gnome swinging copyI’m not sure who has enjoyed the magic the most, the twins or me, but I do know who needed it more. The great thing about childhood is that you always carry fairy dust inside…ready at a moment’s notice to help your spirit fly. But grownups fill their pockets with bills, and to-do and grocery lists, with have to’s and must do’s. We weigh ourselves down with troubles and squeeze out all the room for magic…make it harder and harder to find…until little ones show us where it is, and little hands give it back to us.

bird and frog from fairy garden copyElla and Grey are ten now, so I can envision a time when they are off and busy with other things, when they, too, start to add more and more grown up activities into their lives, and have less and less room for visits from fairies and gnomes, frogs and bunnies, dragonflies and tiny birds and butterflies.

I know that I will enjoy every moment of watching them grow.  Seeing them now, I am sure I will be as proud of them when they are grown as I have been of them as little ones, just like I am for our teenagers, Caroline and Catherine. All four of our grandkids are kind and caring and sweet and loving, a tribute to their parents. But I also know, I will miss the wide-eyed innocence and wonder of their childhood, their unfettered joy and belief in the extraordinary.

Bluebird of HappinessI hope for all of them that someday their own children and grandchildren will remind them of the magic they have shared with me, and they will remember our times together.

But for now, I will treasure every moment we have with our grandchildren. No matter their age, the bluebird of happiness will always come with them. And for as long as I have a garden, there will be room for visitors, big or small…or magical.

You see, Magic will always be there. It is never completely gone. It is always waiting, because in some corner of our hearts at least a tiny bit of fairy dust will endure surrounded and protected by love. Forever and beyond, we will always clap.

About joanneeddy

Writer living in North Carolina. Originally from upstate New York. I love my family, my community, and my friends, and embrace 'living deliberately' in the world, trying to make a difference. I have written an as yet unpublished book, The Call, an epic fantasy with historical fiction and folklore elements. My blog is for other writers, for those who love a good read, and for all who, like me, are looking to find and live their call.
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17 Responses to Clap Your Hands

  1. Tammi Kale says:

    Beautiful! I feel the same way about my granddaughter and I ‘shaking a leg’….precious times.

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    • joanneeddy says:

      Grandchildren are such a special gift! We don’t get them here as often as I wished, but we love every minute. I hope your legs get to ‘shake’ a lot! Thanks for commenting and coming to visit this post! Jo


  2. So sweet and so true. Thanks for sharing.

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  3. Jean Fabish says:

    Oh, yes. Grace and Peace from Arlington. Jean Fabish. ❤️

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  4. tedmanzer says:

    Grey and Ella, That’s cool. My daughter’s name is Grace Ella.

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  5. Cute garden, Joanne. I think kids that grow up with magic, never really lose their wonder. We have a gnome path to the gnome tree. My husband was teasing and said that there are coyotes out there, so my poor grandson won’t go into the gnome forest. Yeesh. I’ll think I’ll take a hint from your post and create one in the garden 🙂

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    • joanneeddy says:

      The twins have loved “their” garden. We have had such fun. Every morning they’re here they run out to see if the fairies and gnomes have come and moved and played with our figurines. It’s a lot like Christmas, but more magical. I hope you can do one in your garden. I’m sure your grandson will love it! Jo

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  6. Robyn Haynes says:

    This post really resonates with me Joanne. Grandchildren have been such a joy in my life too. They have revived the magic that’s lost in the everyday struggle of adult being. Now, where did I put my fairy dust?

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  7. Lisa Orchard says:

    My boys believed in Santa up until this last year. My oldest is going into Junior HIgh this year. 🙂 With boys, we didn’t do a lot of fairy tales. They were more into Transformers and Dinosaurs. 🙂 But I still enjoyed your post. 🙂

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  8. Bernadette says:

    Joanne, How I remember that Peter Pan and I think clapped the skin off my hands too. I remember being sad for Tink that Peter fell in love with Wendy. It is true, the gift of grandchildren in the return of magic into our lives.

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