This is Izabella, the oldest sister. She is checking on the faery who is slowly freezing into a solid blunt cone of ice in the freezer today. This is a frequent game for the elder sisters. It has variable contexts – maybe some “confused guy” has captured one or several faeries and is torturing and/or holding them prisoners; or maybe they are spring faeries gone into hibernation to restore their debilitated powers; or a funny frozen faery get away.
It’s the kind of thing a lot of parents might be inclined to refuse. Sometimes, I want to refuse and say, “can’t you just pretend they’re freezing” (I think I probably have said that before). And with the number of times the girls want to check on the progress of the freezing, I could invent a fairly legitimate excuse to stop them from this activity. And did I mention that we sometimes wind up with frozen faeries in the freezer for months? And that there are teeny faeries randomly strewn through the blue ice tray there in the back ground?
But we don’t stop them from doing this. In the end, it is absolutely no big deal to make room in our lives and the freezer for this activity. We do ask them to use bowls of water, rather than running the tap, to melt the faeries down. And they don’t mind making room for our needs too. We believe we are simultaneously honouring them and teaching them to honour others as well by this simple agreement. And that feels good – for all of us.