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This is the third installment in a three-part series about the finest moments with my daughter, so far…

One day, while surfing Facebook, I came across this announcement about a book reading for kids at Barnes & Noble. The book to be read was “Uni the Unicorn”. Since I had been using unicorns to chase away the monsters in my daughter’s dreams, it seemed like the perfect opportunity to deepen the conviction in her soul.

Little did I know that I was the one who’d get the biggest lesson out of that book reading.

The book reading took about fifteen minutes upon which the kids got some paper, crayons and stickers – of unicorns no less – and then we were invited to buy the books, of course.

There was something about them and I just had to buy both books in the series. The first one “Uni the Unicorn – a story about believing” was about Uni believing that little girls were real and – in a land not that far away – a girl believing that unicorns were real. And both of them dreamt about the same activities they would do together once they’d meet.

The second book “Uni the Unicorn and the Dream Come True” was about the land of unicorns being in trouble. It was raining constantly and without the sun or rainbows, only the sparkle of believing could give the unicorns strength and magic…

But only Uni the unicorn believed. He believed in little girls being real. The little girl – in the land not that far away – somehow knew she was desperately needed in the land of unicorns. And, by the power of their mutual belief, they finally met, did all the things they dreamt of doing, and saved the land of unicorns by bringing back the sun and rainbows and, with that, strength and magic.

Reading the books to my daughter that night, my first judgment was: “Jeez, they could have saved me twenty bucks by putting the whole story into one book, really.”

The text in both books is sparse and to the point and the illustrations are just-beyond-this-world beautiful. A lot is said in these books that needn’t be said in words.

As I was reading the books, night after night, something almost magical was happening to me: I was about ready to believe in unicorns myself!

That realization got me into quite the dilemma. On the one hand, my inner critic would argue: “What’s next, Alice? Are you going to start believing that the magical powers of your heart you’ve been telling your daughter about are real, too? Come on, Alice, use your brain!”

To which my inner child would retort: “Hey dude, you shouldn’t have mentioned that brain! I’m not going to be swallowed up by that black hole again!”

I let my two inner voices play “ping pong” for a bit, and it finally hit me.

It doesn’t matter if unicorns or magical hearts are real or not. What matters is believing!

That’s where sweet dreams and joyful lives come from. And now I know why they split the story into two books… What a REAL-ization!