Look for the Helper Fairies

I have a beer fairy.

Let me back up for a minute. During the Great Depression of 2018, I realized that keeping alcohol at home was a terrible idea. A beer here and there is no problem, but when I would buy a six pack I tended to self destruct — I won’t get into all the details, but suffice it to say it was bad enough to make my therapist give me her cell phone number.

One night, I was having dinner with my aunt and uncle after my cousin-in-almost-law’s art show. There was a wait to be seated, so my uncle and I went to the bar and ordered beers. I was telling him about how I don’t keep any alcohol in my house anymore, but that sometimes I wish just one beer would magically appear on my porch. He said, “You want a beer fairy.”

Yes, actually, that’s exactly what I wanted.

A few weeks later I got home to find a beer on my front porch with a note.

One night, I came home to find a beer sitting in my snow shovel by my front door. By this point, I was pretty sure it was not my uncle leaving the beers. The handwriting was wrong, and this time the fairy had also left me some bath salts (the kind that go in the tub… she’s a beer fairy not a drug fairy).

A mystery beer fairy.

 

During the Snowpocolypse, when schools were still closed, I dropped Lorelei off with my aunt and uncle. My uncle handed me a single beer in a tiny basket – so I think he’s more like a mall Santa. Not the real Santa, because you can see him, but still has the spirit of Santa. Beer Santa?

Last night, I got home and found that the beer fairy has franchised — there’s now a prosecco fairy. She also delivered earrings, and appears to be typing notes to hide her true identity.

Suddenly, I understand why kids will keep pretending to believe in Santa long after they really know he doesn’t exist. It’s just more fun that way. I have a pretty good guess of who the beer fairy is — but I’d rather not know for sure. Imagination is good for adults, too. I may build the fairy an insulated fairy house on my front porch.

The most important part of having helper fairies is that you never get to see them, but you know there is mutual love and appreciation. During this last few months, I’ve had other magic happen in my house. A House Cleaning Fairy came and cleaned my living room and kitchen, while I lay in bed moping. The week I was sick, a Nurse Fairy left soup and tea in my kitchen, while I was in bed. Fairies never expect small talk — it drains their magic.

Their power lies in their selfless ability to do good deeds without talking, asking questions, or expecting to hang out at that moment. They see a need, and they fulfill it. I guess the power is love, but I can’t say that with a straight face; however, I love my fairies right back.

Now that the Wellbutrin Fairy has arrived, I can look around and appreciate it all a bit more. Before, it felt like someone holding me a lifeline, but I was still having to climb up a spiky rope with my bare hands. Now that I’ve got leather gloves and toe holds, I can really see how much my fairies have shown up in the last few months.

It’s good timing, too. My therapist went on maternity leave yesterday, so the mood boost coinciding with a therapy break is a relief — probably to both of us. And tomorrow I will have exciting news — made all the more exciting by my ability to be excited! You’ll have to check back here or on my Rhiyaya Facebook page then, to see what it is!