This is the story of how I died. But, don’t worry, this is actually a fun story and the truth is it isn’t even mine. This is the story of a girl named Rapunzel, and it starts with the sun. Now, once upon a time, a single drop of sunlight fell from the heavens. And from this small drop of sun grew a magic, golden flower. It had the ability to heal the sick and injured.
Disney’s retelling of the story of Rapunzel has always been very special to me. Almost five years ago we took Eldest to see it in glorious 3D while Little One was in hospital. I think the story of a tiny baby with magic golden hair which could heal and restore felt all the more poignant as we had come so close to losing our own baby girl.
I don’t believe in ‘magic flowers’ any more – the lines between truth and reality were somewhat blurred for me in those days as I struggled to manage my own relapse of postpartum psychosis – but I do still believe in happy endings. Restoration, healing, love, families being put back together.
My heart soars every time I watch the scene where Eugene and Rapunzel sit in their little boat on the water and watch thousands of floating lanterns. I still believe in a Father who doesn’t give up on us; who sends out thousands of lanterns every year in the hope of calling us back to Him. I believe that dreams can come true and sometimes, Like Eugene, we need a new dream.