A letter to my daughter

My dear daughter,

In the hopes that you won’t see this until you are a grown woman with children of your own, I will answer your question about if there is a tooth fairy. Of course there is a tooth fairy. The tooth fairy is anyone who loves you enough to take your teeth and leave you money, because your teeth are more valuable to that person than any amount of money. These same people are probably the ones who have a lock of hair from your first haircut (if it didn’t get lost in the move), countless pictures of you from even before you were born (yes, mommy’s tummy sure was round), and blizzards of drawings you made just to say you loved them. These people know the importance of keeping that question alive in your mind and your heart, because it is the same wonderment that keeps your eyes alight at all the wonders of the world, even when they happen every year. It is that spark which makes your eyes shine as you notice the leaves first change color, the first snowflake that year, the first buds of spring, and the smell of new grass as the summer checks in with the hope of visiting a beach.

Why is this sparkle so important? Because in a world that can sometimes dim the eyes of those who have heard too much pain, seen too much darkness, it is this sparkle that brings back our own. We need your shining light to help us remember that all those beautiful things are out there as well. It is too easy to forget, and I love every minute you remind me that youth is more than a number; it is a feeling that we can capture if we let go of the darkness.

We just finished lighting Chanukah candles last week, and in our old country of America they are celebrating a new year tonight with fireworks and bright lights. I hope these help bring us all some light in these difficult times.

So as you sleep tonight I wish you sweet dreams, and I really hope you don’t wake up as the tooth fairy puts the money under your pillow for you to find in the morning, when you will happily run to your parents with a beautiful, shining (albeit somewhat toothless) smile.

About the Author
Mori Sokal is a TWELVE year veteran of Aliyah, mother of three wonderful children (with her wonderful husband) and is an English teacher in both elementary and high school in the Gush Etzion-Jerusalem area. She has a Masters’ degree in teaching, and has published articles in Building Blocks, the Jewish Press magazine.
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