Aditya danced despite losing his front tooth. It was not that the tooth was troublesome and he was elated to get rid of it. He had cried inconsolably when his first tooth followed the nature's course of way to make space for a new one. Then, he was unaware that the gap formed, will soon be filled by a new tooth. This time he knows that the loss is not forever.
The joy, however, is not purely based on his realization of the anatomy of his gums. A little magic works better than the truth alone. For truth takes time to resurface while magic is an instant relief. And some harmless spell is a nice idea to toy with while the truth takes it time to make an appearance. I prefer clinging onto magic whenever the wait gets too long, which is quite often. Aditya too needed a small blow of pixie dust that turn his attention from the loss.
Soon, he was introduced to the story of a tooth-fairy, whose task is to visit the children who've lost their teeth and award them for being strong by replacing their fallen teeth with coins. While the old tooth makes way for a new one, one's patience is rewarded by the tooth fairy. I told him to stop crying, keep his fallen tooth beneath his pillow and sleep without complaining if he wanted the tooth-fairy to visit him.
The next morning, Aditya woke up early, moved his pillow aside to find a shining coin which had replaced his old tooth. He was overjoyed. The gap did bother him but he had learnt to keep patience. He kept the coin in his money bank. With time, a new tooth filled that gap.
Ever since then, losing tooth has been a moment of joy for my dear little brother. Now, he knows that a new tooth will fill the missing gap and the tooth fairy would reward for not letting the loss overtake him.
The innocence that dwells child's heart, understands no logic but love and happiness. A little pixie dust does wonder if we belive in its capability of doing so. As we grow up we learn to doubt. And the first thing we sacrifice to adopt the doubting nature is our bundle of pixie dust.
Our magic and miracles reside in us. Magic is nothing supernatural. Our good faith and intention which at times leaps beyond logic to make someone happy counts as magic.