She Doesn't Need Wings To Fly

Last week the phone rang. It was our neighbor and friend. A woman we love and admire very much who just happens to be a librarian at the Provo City Library in the children's department. Would we like two tickets to the Fairy Tea Party on Saturday? This is a tea party that the city library puts on once a year that I have been told is a lot of fun and I needed to take Miss K to. Every year the tickets go on sale and every year for one reason or another we've not been able to go. This year, our librarian fairy godmother got some for us. Why yes! We'd love to go! Thank you!!!



The day arrived. On the invitation it said to dress in our fairy best or Sunday dress. As Miss K and I arrived it became very clear that I had somehow missed the fairy best part and only saw the Sunday dress part. As we walked to and into the library we were surrounded by glitter and makeup and wings. Even the mothers (and some fathers) were dressing the part.

We were seated at the Fairy Godmother table and Miss K whispered to me, "I don't have any wings mommy." It was one of those moments. Those moments when once again I look around and LAME MOM is in neon above my head. We'd come to a Halloween party and we're the only ones not in costume. I whispered in Miss K's ear, "You have wings. Yours are magical. They are invisible!"



Miss K soon forgot that she looked different as food was brought to our table and she and the other guests at the table started to eat. There was a little ballet performance that we couldn't see because of all of the fairy wings sitting in front of us. Kirsten didn't seem to notice. She was busy eating her food....and mine.....and waving her magic wand that was given to her around.

Then it was time. Time for each of the little fairies to get up and take a walk on the runway. The runway where they promenade in front of everyone and curtsy in front of the fairy king who sat in his thrown overseeing the tea party.

At first Miss K didn't want to. She didn't have wings! Then she decided that maybe she would if I went with her. When our table was called I walked with Miss K up to the runway. As her turn neared and she was ready to step up onto the runway one of the royal fairies who were telling/helping the little fairies do their walk asked Miss K, "Where are your wings?"



I told the royal fairy, "She doesn't need wings to fly." As Miss K circled and curtsied in front of the fairy king tears sprang to my eyes. She truly was the prettiest little fairy there. And I was proud of her. Proud of her for not letting being different keep her from flying.