The Tooth Fairy (or Easter Bunny, or Santa Claus . . .): a fun and harmless fiction, or a pointless justification for lying to children?
Childhood fantasies are priceless. They are the foundation of our thinking.
I did not grow up in a place where tooth fairy existed or Santa Claus brought gifts to our home because of adhering to a different culture and religion; but I was aware of these utopian characters. Besides our flat-roofed house in India had no chimney.
However every Christmas eve, I wrapped a book or a small gift for my younger brother and kept it under his pillow after he fell asleep. I was oblivious to the other details of keeping out milk and cookies or money in case a tooth fairy came to claim our porcelain, baby pearls. I knew the truth and so did my brother but we played along. It made him happier that I was watching out for him and giving him presents. I was happy in making him smile.
A good fantasy is all about happiness. For a flickering moment, our hearts leap in expectation and exaltation of something bigger than ourselves – someone taking the time to notice us.
Truth is like plain ol’ soup with necessary ingredients but fantasy is the spice that brings it out and makes it delicious. Without it, the generation ahead will only turn cold and dismiss everything that comes in the name of imagination, wonder, instinct and even faith.
After all God, nature, destiny – whatever you chose to call – is a relief that we take refuge in after everything we know or understand turns against us. Hope – our carrier for all our time on earth, is also a fantasy until it turns into reality. But we don’t give up on those, do we?