It's all too easy to see how Wendy took one look at charming, mischievous, oh-so-very-good-looking Pan and just let herself fly out of a window to a life of unlimited adventure. I can imagine how quickly she must have fallen in love with the lost boys. Each and every one amusingly-fucked-up but, despite everything, genuinely nice-at-heart. I know how lovely it must have been to wake up every day looking forward to the night ahead knowing for sure that the one thing it will not be is ordinary, mundane, boring, regular. Because Pan (and his crew) know none of these things. They meander through life looking to have fun. And in that particular mandate they're very very successful. At all other things, well, they're called lost boys for a reason - are they not? And because inside her neat, responsible, soul she craved the wildness they offered, Wendy put aside all consternations and joined the pack to spend her nights in merry abandon.
And ofcourse there was Tinkerbell. Tiny, whiny-little-fairy with shiny-gold-dust and unlimited love at her disposal.Mad about Peter Pan, but consistently under-appreciated. Tinkerbell was - naturally enough - resentful of Wendy coming in and laying claim to 'her' boys as if she belonged here. Because if anyone - aside from Wendy - knows how out-of-the-natural-scheme-of-things this strange association is, it's Tink. And so she watches from a distance, disapproving and uncertain, waiting for Wendy to exit the scene and leave things exactly as they were before.
It's interesting how the dynamics between the two develop. Wendy's feelings for Tinkerbell are complicated: Tinks wants Pan, so does Wendy, but it's clear to Wendy (though not, apparently, to Pan) that Tinkerbell has first dibs. Boys, often underestimate the power of sorority, Wendy does not. She knows that by walking with the boys she's stepping into Tinkerbells gold-dust, and she should know better than to go where she's not wanted. Not by Tink at any rate. But then a funny thing happens: Wendy and Tinkerbell forge a strange friendship. A friendship borne despite the situation, based on understanding and mutual acceptance. Tinkerbell finds she cannot grudge Wendy her chance to play-a-little before she finally grows up. Wendy stops envying Tinks what she has - and will continue to have - long after Wendy walks away.
Which brings us back to Peter Pan. It's interesting how so many stories begin, and end, with Pan. He confuses Wendy. Some days it seems as if his world revolves around Wendy. That he will move heaven and earth just to teach her how to fly. Other days it seems like he's too busy playing at pirates to really give a shit. Or maybe its just because he's a boy, and that's how boys are. And Wendy knows (even though she doesn't want to accept it) that she needs to walk away, wish Pan well, give the boys (and Tink) a hug, and return to the world of grown-ups. She knows it and then she does it. And my question, to her is: how?! How does one stop being seduced by the promise of adventure? How does one stop wanting to take Peter's hand, walk off a ledge and fly-fly-fly away into the sunset? How does one agree to go back to a world populated by giggling rishta-boys? How does one resign oneself to a life without fairy-dust and magic?
How did you do it Wendy? Because I, for one, don't have a clue!