The first ride without training wheels
The wobbliest ride there is. Stabilisers, if you grew up in England.
Wobbly Post
Real mail for the wobbly moments of childhood.
A letter on paper, from someone small and kind, for the days a child is being brave. Posted, stamped, and meant to be read aloud by a grown-up sitting on the edge of the bed. Nothing that needs a screen.
Delivering now
The first wobbly tooth
Twenty tiny letters for twenty wobbly teeth, a calendar for the very first one, and a real letter by post for any tooth at all. Every letter comes from Toothfairy Land, a seaside country where teeth are planted and grow into lanterns, bridges and trees, printed so small it can only be read through a little glass dome.
The next wobbly moments
Every childhood has a handful of days when the ground feels less solid than usual. We are writing for them, one at a time.
The first day of school
A letter in the lunchbox or under the pillow the night before, for a new classroom and a new coat peg.
The first night away
For a first sleepover, a first camp, a first night at a grandparent's: something small to read before the lights go out.
A new baby in the house
For the child who has just become a big sister or a big brother, and is not entirely sure about it yet.
Moving house
For the last night in the old room and the first night in the new one. The fairies know how to find a new window.
The first swim without floats
Arm bands off, toes in, and a letter waiting at home about being brave in the deep end.
Tell me when one is ready
Why paper
Screens are wonderful for a great many things. They are no good at all at being found under a pillow, or tucked in a lunchbox, or kept in a shoebox for thirty years. A letter you can hold, a stamp somebody chose because it was pretty, and a grown-up's voice slowing down at the good bits: that is the whole idea.
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