A Children's Story:
The Fairys Birthday Gift
The 'Fairy's Birthday Gift' is a wonderful children's story about how a small baby, blessed by a fairy godmother, grows up with the wonderful gift to see all the beauty in the world, and the goodness in people.
The lesson of this children's story shows how you can not only make yourself happy by focusing on the positive things in life – and have good things come to you because of it - but how your outlook on life can also affect other people in so many ways, bringing to them encouragement, inspiration, and ways to experience small joys and happiness in their own lives.
The Fairy's Birthday Gift
by Author Unknown
Long, long ago it is said that fairies could be seen by humans. As the story goes, when a new baby was born a fairy would give the new born child a special wonderful gift that he or she would have for life.
One bright spring morning, a sweet boy baby was born. As his mother looked fondly at her new baby she began to think of his future and wondered what kind of a man he would become.
"How I wish," said she softly, "that I could give to you, my darling child, the richest gift on earth, so that Kings and Emperors might be proud to call you their companion."
"So you can," said a gentle voice beside her.
The mother was startled by the words, for she thought herself alone when she uttered the wish. She looked to the right and then to the left, but nobody had entered the room.
"Ah, silly woman that I am," sighed she. "I have let my own thoughts answer me." Again she looked down at her baby.
"I can give him the greatest and most wonderful gift on earth," said the same gentle voice.
This time the mother was quite sure that someone had spoken, though the voice was unlike any human voice she had ever heard. It was so soft and musical that it sounded like the tinkling of silver bells. The poor woman was quite frightened and drew her baby closer to her side as she peered into the shadowy corners of the room.
"Ha, ha, ha!" laughed the silvery voice, "Are you afraid of me?"
Following the sound this time, the mother's eyes fell upon a tiny creature no larger than your thumb who sat perched upon a post of the bed. The body of this strange little being was as perfect as that of any child. Two wings as thin as gauze extended from its shoulders and gleamed with every tint of the rainbow. Upon its head was a slender gold crown and its small face, just at this moment, was bright with a merry smile.
The mother knew instantly that it was one of the good fairies who, if seen and recognized, were sure to bring some good fortune to the child.
"What will you do for my child?" cried the mother. "Will you help make his days comfortable and filled with fun and pleasure?"
Ah no," replied the fairy, "I will give him something far better than pleasant food and a soft bed and fine clothes!"
"Will you make him great and powerful so that men may bow down before him?" said the mother eagerly.
"No! No!" again replied the fairy shaking her head. "I will give him something of far more worth than fame and power!"
"You will make him rich, so rich that he will never have to work?" exclaimed the mother.
"Nay, good woman," said the fairy seriously. "These are foolish things to ask for. My gift is greater than all of these put together. Pleasure and influence and wealth a man may earn for himself and he may be very miserable after he gets them, too," she added with a shrug of the shoulders.
"The gift that I would bestow upon your son will make him the happiest of mortals and will give him the power of making many, many others happy!"
"Tell me," cried the mother, "how will you make him so happy? No human being is ever sure of happiness."
"Let me kiss him upon his two eyelids as he lies there asleep," replied the fairy, "and you do the same on each of his birthdays and all will be well."
The mother hesitated; a step was heard approaching the door.
"Quick, quick!" exclaimed the fairy. "I must be off before that door opens, as it is forbidden us ever to be seen by more than one mortal at a time. Shall I give him the magic kiss or not?"
"Yes!" cried the excited mother, "I trust you will do no harm to my precious child."
Instantly the fairy fluttered down from the post of the bed, and impressing a kiss upon each of the closed eyelids of the child, she said, softly, "He shall be called Blessed-Eyes."
The door of the room swung back upon its hinges and the father of the child entered with a cheery "Good morning" to his wife and son. The fairy was gone.
The mother silently pondered over what had happened and when the child's christening day came, she said that his name was to be "Blessed-Eyes."
Most of her friends and relatives thought this was a very strange name to give to a child, and even went so far as to argue with the father that the little one ought to be named "John" or "James" after one or the other of his two grandfathers. But as the boy grew into sweet, healthy childhood, he was always loving and kind to everyone. Gradually people became reconciled to the name, and little Blessed-Eyes became a general favorite, always smiling and happy.
His mother never failed on each new birthday to rise early, even before the day dawned, and to go to his bedside. Bending over him, she would kiss his two eyelids as the fairy had instructed her to do. At such times she imagined that she heard a faint sound as of a faraway chorus of strange, silvery voices, singing:
"Love well, love well, love well,
That the heart within may swell,
Love well, love well, love well!"
Still, she was never quite sure but that it was merely the first mellow tones of the church bell in a distant village.
Long before her child could talk the mother noticed how closely he observed everything about him, and how quickly he responded to the faintest smile upon her face. As he grew older it was a delight to take him out for a walk. He was constantly discovering some new beauty in the landscape.
He saw the first red glow of the evening sunset. His eyes were the first to spy out the early spring flower, even before the snow was off the ground. In the late autumn when the wind was sharp and cold and the woods were bare, he was sure to bring home some red mountain berries, or some withered leaf into a corner of which a cunning little caterpillar had wrapped himself, sewing it over and over as one would sew a bag. Then he would tell gleefully how the frost had touched the ponds and changed them into smooth glass.
Often on a cold winter morning he would waken his mother by clapping his hands with joy over the frost-pictures on the window pane. Sometimes in the evening twilight he would ask his mother if the stars were pinholes in the floor of heaven through which the glory shone. Every stone and cloud and stream and tree gave him pleasure.
"Ah," thought the mother, "this is the fairy's birthday gift. She has made his eyes to see beauty everywhere."
"More than that, far more than that! Kings and princes shall yet call him great!" was whispered gently in her ear. The mother was amazed. Who could have heard her unuttered thoughts? She looked up, but she only saw a robin hopping about in a branch of the tree overhead. Still she seemed to hear again the soft but distant singing of the words,
"Love well, love well, love well,
That the heart within may swell,
Love well, love well, love well."
"Surely," said she, half aloud, "who couldn’t help loving the child? He has indeed, blessed eyes."
As the boy grew older he seemed somehow to know the people about him as nobody else knew them. He was always finding out the best that was in each of them. Somehow he had a way of helping all the other lads out of their difficulties. For instance, early one morning when he chanced to be passing the old basket maker's, he heard the shop boy speaking in loud, angry tones to the baskets, abusing them for being so contrary and ill- shaped. Blessed-Eyes paused, and looking through the open door he saw the poor apprentice struggling to fit a round cover on to a square basket and a square cover on to a round basket.
"Let me help you," said Blessed-Eyes cheerily, "I think you have made a mistake, that's all. This cover was intended for that basket, and that cover for this basket." With these words he put the round cover on to the round basket, and the square cover on to the square basket, and each fitted snugly into its place.
"How clever you are Blessed-Eyes" said the apprentice, "I have been working over these baskets for the last half hour." Without more ado he put them upon his shoulder, and started on his errand, which was to deliver them to the gardener at the King's palace.
Years passed by, changing little Blessed-Eyes into a tall young man, and each succeeding year added to the wonderful power which his eyes possessed, of seeing the best that was in everything and everybody. He was the friend of rich and poor. All sought his companionship, for he was constantly pointing out to them so many beautiful things in the world about them which they would never have seen but for him. All loved him dearly, for he was just as constantly finding the best that their inner world contained, and encouraging them to live according to their noblest ideals of how true men and women should live.
So, you see, the fairy's Birthday Gift was indeed a great and wonderful Gift.
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