“I have learned I can trust fairy tales.”<\/p>\n
I’d found an old favorite book, and was reading it to Veronica. I was teasing her “What do you think will happen? What is going on?”<\/p>\n
She can only tolerate a certain amount of tension. This was a lot of pressure!<\/p>\n
So she deflected to a safe place:<\/p>\n
“I have learned I can trust fairy tales. Think about it, Mommy. There will be terrible things happening, but it will all come out happily ever after.”<\/p>\n
Fairy tales give us this promise:
\nif you are the good guy
\nif you are the hero
\nthings will come out in your favor<\/p>\n
This is the promise. And I love them for it.<\/p>\n
A few years ago, a spiritual-but-not-religious person presented me with a similar idea:
\nWe live in a friendly universe.<\/p>\n
At the time, I was convinced that the world I lived in required constant vigilance. There were people out to get me, and I had to watch out. Not only that, but it took striving to get ahead. It was folly to think I could rely on a friendly hand up.<\/p>\n
But I liked the idea.<\/p>\n
I had heard it before from my childish seat in church “all things work together for good to those who love God”<\/p>\n
It sounds nice, but when I am looking at a situation that seems anything but good it is accusation. What’s the problem? Don’t I love God enough for things to work out to the good?<\/p>\n
It’s pretty easy to get pessimistic fast when things don’t seem to be working out. And I had gotten into the dark side, pretty sure that things just didn’t work out.<\/p>\n
But the idea of a friendly universe carried less obligation. I didn’t believe it, but I liked the idea.<\/p>\n
Whatever is going to happen will happen. So why not imagine it will turn out well?<\/p>\n
It might. It might not. But if I could trust it, I’d have a lot better life.<\/p>\n
My daughter has the right idea. We can learn to trust the fairy tales.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
“I have learned I can trust fairy tales.” I’d found an old favorite book, and was reading it to Veronica. I was teasing her “What do you think will happen? What is going on?” She can only tolerate a certain … Continue reading