The tooth fairy blew it last night. I went to bed early, so I put my husband in charge of playing the tooth fairy. At 1:30 a.m. he woke me up. Apparently, as he'd reached under the pillow, our daughter had bolted upright. He told me to go fix things. Rubbing my eyes, I stumbled down the hall to find my daughter staring at the doorway. I tiptoed out of the room.

The next morning, she placed the tiny tin box with her tooth on the kitchen table. "The tooth fairy didn't come," she said.

I'd just read an article that said by the end of elementary school, kids should no longer believe in such things. So, I decided to fish. "Why do you think she didn't come?"

"I don' t know."

"Do you think you're too old for the tooth fairy?"

"No."

"Hmm." I ate my breakfast and soon noticed tears streaming down her cheeks. "What's wrong?" I asked.

"I'm mad that the tooth fairy didn't come."

Part of me had hoped this would be the end, but the tears changed my mind. She was a true believer and that was OK. "You know the tooth fairy forgot me once, too. I just had to put the tooth back under my pillow the next night."

I went to brush my teeth and when I returned she announced, "I thought I saw something in my room last night."

"A-ha! If you saw the tooth fairy, that's why she didn't stay. No one's supposed to see the tooth fairy."

"It kinda looked like Dad."

I thought about saying her dad was probably just checking in on her like he always does, but I was torn. I didn't want to keep pushing her to believe if she was old enough to know better. So, I just left for work. All day I thought about her tears and my heart ached. The end of the tooth fairy felt like the end of childhood to me. If she didn't believe in this, wasn't this the end of Santa and the Easter bunny too? I tried to remember how old I was when I figured it out. I remember placing a tooth under my pillow and purposely not telling my parents as a test. The next morning I knew. I was sad, but I never said a word to anyone. I certainly hadn't cried. Guilt set in. I'm pretty sure the test had come with one of my very last baby teeth, while my daughter still had plenty left. My husband called and said our daughter had pointed at him and announced, "You're the tooth fairy!" So, she wasn't crushed after all? I was confused.

That night she started talking about how she hoped the tooth fairy would come. I didn't know whether she was still a true believer or if she was playing me. If there was any chance her childhood innocence could be prolonged, I decided I wanted it to last.

Fearful that she would wake up again in the middle of the night, I snuck into her room after dinner. I put a dollar inside her tin box, removed the tooth, and feeling like a genius, put a tiny piece of plastic inside to rattle around. At bedtime, she started shaking the tin with eager anticipation. I should've told her to stop, but I didn't. Before I knew it, she opened the box and said, "Hey!" I played dumb. "Dad must've put this in here," she said. 

"I don't know. Why did you open it?"
"Because it stopped rattling." She ran to confront her dad, who had no idea what I had done. Finally, she went back to bed. I wasn't sure what to say, but my heart was heavy at what I'd done. I'd removed all doubt and ended the tooth fairy's reign.

"Well, at least I got a dollar," my daughter said with a smile.

Days later, I'm still thinking about this debacle. For some reason, the end of the tooth fairy hit me harder as an adult than it ever did when I was a child. I suspect the same will be true for my daughter. 

Do you remember how old you were when you found out about the tooth fairy?
​How old do you think is too old to still believe?

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“What are we doing for Mother’s Day?” my 9-year-old daughter asks from the backseat.

I chuckle. “I don’t know.”

“I think we should do something to celebrate.”

“Like what?”

“Go to dinner.”

“Well, that’s up to you and your dad.” I drop her off at her grandparents’ house for the weekend and pick her up on Mother’s Day.

She greets me with a bouquet of yellow daffodils from Gran’s garden. On the drive home, she asks me repeatedly to take her to Barnes & Noble so she can buy me something with her $5. She adds that she hopes there’s enough to buy herself something, too, which makes me smile.

“Why don’t you make me something?” I ask. “That would be more special.”

“If that’s true, why did Dad buy you a gift?”

“Because it’s easier.” Not that I’m complaining about the pedicure gift certificate because that’s exactly what I wanted. But I know whatever my daughter creates for me will be one-of-a-kind. I know next year, even if she gave me the exact same present, it would be different because she will have grown and honed her talents a little more.

My mind drifts back to one of my first Mother’s Days. “One year when you were a toddler, you brushed my hair ever so gently and I thought that was the perfect Mother’s Day gift.”

She doesn’t remember. “Do you think you’ll have the energy to take me to the bookstore when we get home?”

My head starts to throb. “No, Sweetie. I’m tired.”

“But I feel like I should get you something.”

When we get home, she disappears into her room. But not for long. She comes out and hands me a white bookmark with a drawing of a cat on it. It took her about five minutes. It’s not even colored.

Here’s the thing: This gift represents who my daughter is. She doesn’t like to draw or color. She doesn’t like to be alone in her room. She is thoughtful enough to remember Mother’s Day and to know that a bookmark is an ideal gift for a mom who loves to read.

“I love it,” I say and give her a hug. “I’ll treasure it forever.” Longer than she spent making it. Long after my pedicure gets chipped. As long as I’m a mother, I’ll treasure a homemade gift from my child.


Award-winning author Karen Lenfestey writes “happy endings with a twist” in her novels. She writes about the complicated relationships between husbands and wives, brothers and sisters, and of course, mothers and their children. Visit Karen's Author Page

I just heard that there's a company that will guarantee it won't rain on your wedding day for $150,000. Apparently, they seed the clouds the day before to force them to rain themselves out.

So many thoughts went through my mind at once: I don't believe it, A fool and their money. . . , and then What if someone else's wedding is scheduled the day before the rich bride's? Now the first bride's wedding is guaranteed to be ruined. It doesn't seem fair.

I'm sympathetic to how stressful it must be to plan an outdoor wedding, then worry until the last minute about the weather. But I prefer to leave some things, like the seasons, to a Higher Power not a higher paycheck. 

I planned my own wedding for August, a month famous for its low precipitation. (My birthday is also in that month and I never remembered it being anything but sunny). Even so, I quickly dismissed the idea of exchanging vows outdoors in a scenic park, knowing that I'd fret about the weather anyway. Since the ceremony was set indoors, I was confident it would be a beautiful day.

Instead, I awoke to gray skies. It misted then drizzled off and on all day. Concerned guests assured me it was good luck for it to rain on my wedding day. I'd never heard that along with the "Something borrowed, something blue" tradition, but I decided to believe them. You know what? The overcast skies didn't bother me at all. Because inside that chapel, as I walked toward my smiling fiance, it was a perfectly beautiful day!

Did something go wrong on your wedding day? Doesn't it always? :)


Like a wedding where everything doesn't go as planned, Karen Lenfestey's novels provide "Happy Endings with a Twist." Check out her books on Amazon. 

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Midwest Writer’s Fellowship winner, Karen Lenfestey, writes “Happy Endings with a Twist.” Her first novel, A Sister's Promise, sold over 35,000 copies and was the #1 drama on Amazon for weeks.

I’ve been in a love-hate relationship for as long as I can remember. In high school I even wrote a term paper on its benefits and earned an A. In college I watched a documentary that showed when a relationship like mine ended, people became jittery and agitated as if they were going through drug withdrawal. But even then, I didn’t want to face the facts. I didn’t want to abandon the comforting voice that kept me company when I was lonely. Until my husband confronted me.

“Do you know how much money we spend on this?” I was in shock but I was also afraid to live without it. I wasn’t sure I wanted to cut the cord. Yes, I’m talking about my television. So before I agreed, I wanted to do a trial run. I’d try not to watch TV for one week. By the second day, I caved and flipped through all 100 channels. No matter how much I looked, I still couldn’t find anything worth watching. Five days later, I told my husband to cancel our subscription.

It’s been a couple of months now and I’m kind of proud of myself. I’d like to say I never turn on the “Magic Box” but that isn’t true. I watch a little of what our antenna picks up and supplement it with shows we get through Hulu. But within a few seconds, I see what’s on and make my choice. Most of the time, I turn it off.

The biggest difference I’ve noticed is that now my entire family reads more books. In this low-tech form of entertainment, I’ve found what I truly longed for. . . compelling characters that are there for me at precisely the moment I need them. I don’t need to wait for prime time for witty dialogue. I don’t need to watch pathetic reality stars willing do anything to be famous. And I no longer bemoan the fact that the censors seem to have fallen asleep, thus exposing my 9-year old to curse words and sexual innuendo. That’s because I’m reading a thriller while my husband reads a sci-fi and my daughter reads about cats.

I never would’ve guessed that I’d voluntarily walk away from television. You see, I grew up with frugal parents (in other words, we had no cable) who limited the amount of time I spent sitting in front of the screen. I was the only one I knew from the MTV Generation that never watched music videos. I didn’t know how to “Vogue” and I didn’t know what was so cool about “Thriller.” Part of me resented them for that.

But maybe it’s because of my childhood that this was a fairly easy adjustment. I didn’t suffer too many withdrawal symptoms as I limited my TV intake. In addition to enjoying the financial perks of cutting the cord, my evenings are filled with a lot more love than hate. Once I’ve flipped through the five channels we get and see there’s nothing on, I find something better to do. I turn to my faithful friends. Books.

Have you been brave enough to walk away from cable TV, social media or some other type of technology? How did it impact you?

 
Midwest Writer’s Fellowship winner, Karen Lenfestey, writes “Happy Endings with a Twist.” Her latest novels, A Weekend Getaway and Next Door Secrets, are about a thirty-something woman who must face the fact that she probably gave away her only chance at motherhood. Karen's first novel, A Sister's Promise, sold over 35,000 copies and was the #1 drama on Amazon for weeks.

If you leave a review for A Weekend Getaway by October 15th on Amazon, you could win an autographed copy of the sequel, Next Door Secrets. Simply leave a review on Amazon, then let me know by using the Contact Karen button at www.karensnovels.com. 

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"None of it's easy, but Bethany grows in the process. She eventually makes decisions that open the door for her to find happiness of her own. If you like women's fiction, this is a good one." --Judith Post


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