The Little Girl

There was a little girl. Sure she was a strange little girl, but she was not a bad little girl. Still her father found her strangeness an annoyance. Why couldn’t his eldest child (even though she was still just a little girl) be the prettiest, fastest and smartest little girl in the world.

Now I don’t know (and i don’t even know if the father knew either) whether the father actually thought out loud about wanting these things. But that did not stop him pushing every day for his little girl to be these things.

Alas his little girl, even though she was smart AND fast, was not a pretty little girl.  No matter how much the little girl tried to be pretty, it just wasn’t going to happen. (Have YOU tried to be something you are not? Hard isn’t it!?)

So her father started calling it like he saw it.

“You are ugly. You have a big nose. Grow your hair long so people look at it and not your face”"You are not trying hard enough in your studies” ” You can go faster, you are just LAZY”

I don’t think the father meant to hurt the little girl, or maybe he did, because she just wasn’t going to be exactly what he wanted. So the little girl grew into a teenage girl who believed that she was not a pretty girl, and although she was VERY smart and fast to boot, she would never be as good as her father’s dreams for her.

What made it even worse was that her little sister was born and  WAS a pretty girl, something her father pointed out….often. Oh dear, how sad for the teenage girl!

Years went by and no matter how the teenage girl tried to please her father it never seemed to be enough to make him actually happy. Some very strange things started to happen, she would try to race (like I said she was a fast girl) and when her father was there, she couldn’t seem to go as fast as when he wasn’t there…what was that she wondered?

One day it all came to a nasty end when her father decided he could no longer deal with her in his house and plates were thrown and tears were shed, and the teenage girl left to make her fortune in the big wide world.

Skip 15 years (those years will be told in other tales, and there are some sad tales and some joyful tales) and the little girl has carried forward this belief into womanhood. Now despite what the fairy tales will tell you, being a woman isn’t all unicorns and rainbows. So when this woman sat down by herself one day and looked at her life she decided that no matter WHAT her father had told her when she was small, she did not believe it.

Her father had told her about Father Christmas and the Easter Bunny and other things that later turned out not to be true, so why couldn’t the LAZY, UGLY girl names not be true either?

From that day on the woman told herself ” You are a smart and successful business woman”. The very moment she told herself these things it was like a fairy godmother was sitting on her shoulder. Her career started to flourish, things that she wanted came to her without a struggle, things that she did gave her a satisfaction she did not have before (because she no longer was trying to do it for her father, she was doing it for HER).

Now that does sound like magic, and as much as I want you to believe in magic as something special and rare, magic comes from how we think and anyone can do it (shhh don’t tell magicians that!).

Yes even YOU can do it if you really want. A little bit of practice every day and before you know it … wow!