Do You Believe?
September 18, 2013
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Do You Believe?


            “Daddy, do you believe in Peter Pan?”


            That was tonight’s question.  Our baby girl, five going on thirteen, is smart enough to come up with at least one drawn out question per bedtime.  She has learned that we will always do our best to be open and honest with our answers.  Consequently, she has also figured out that a question with no easy answer leads to a longer explanation and puts off bedtime that much longer.  She’s a tricky one.


            Some of her other interesting just before bed questions:


            “Dad, is God real?”


            “Can I marry a prince someday?”


            “What happens when people die?”


            “Dad, can you explain the infield fly rule?” 


            Okay, I made the last one up, but she’d ask it if she knew how long it would take me to give a proper answer.  If I didn’t know better, I’d swear she has a list going somewhere of super tough daddy questions.  I cringe to think of the others I’m going to have to address someday.


            So with a smile and a loving, expectant look in her eyes, tonight she asked, “Daddy, do you believe in Peter Pan?”


            Basically, I had two options.  I could lie to her and tell her yes, kiss her on the head, and call it a night.  She’d have been happy.  Or; I could speak in black and white and tell her it’s silly to think that kids could fly off to Neverland and battle with Captain Hook.  She’d have been sad.


            I had to think a minute before I spoke.


            “Daddy, do you believe in Peter Pan?”


            “Sweetie, I believe that heroes exist in all of our hearts.  To some it may be Peter Pan or Tinkerbell.  Others, may believe in Woody or Buzz Lightyear.  These characters may not be real in our world, but they exist to you if you can write or sing songs or tell stories about them.  Or dream.  Just because something cannot be seen or touched does not mean it’s not real.  If you can feel it in your heart, it just may be worth believing in.”


            At this point, I figured I’d lost her.  She smiled and kissed me on the forehead and said, “Me and my friends went flying with Peter Pan last my dreams, of course.”


            She’s a lot smarter than I ever was.  It never hurts to believe.


            Until next week, keep smiling.


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