Assuming that you havent heard the story before, Peter of course needed a
mother, just for make belive, but he needed one none the less. Wendy was
happy to be his mother, but soon enough she was old (no one knows how
old...ever so much more than twenty though) and she could no longer fly to
Neverland. Wendy had always assumed that she'd be able to fly forever, but
as the years went by, she started to question the science of it all...and
second guess herself, and everyone knows that once you begin to lose faith,
you can no longer fly.
The night that Peter flew into the nursery window to find Wendy unable to leave with him, was also the same night he met Jane. She had been asleep, dreaming of her version of Neverland (hers consisted mostly of mermaids and faerie balls to which she was invited) when she was awakened by a soft sobbing at the end of her bed. "Boy, why are you crying?" Peter looked up immediatly, he felt a hum of familiarity in his chest at the words.
Standing up, he bowed, "such a gentlemen" Jane thought, and wondered where a boy like Peter would learn manners. She bowed in return. She knew who he was, and he coaxed her just the same as he had done so many years before with Wendy.
By the time the older woman returned to the room her daughter was flying about the room (and it needs to be stated that Jane was an exceptionally good flyer and hardly kicked her legs at all). All the while Peter crowed from the bed post. "She is my mother" he smiled up at Wendy, and she felt her heart ache. Not merely because she feared her daughter would leave, but because she wanted more than anything to pick up her skirts and fly with him, she was his mother, and she loved him more than anything in her ordinary world, but she knew how fickle he was, for he is just a boy. "He does so need a mother" said Jane, sympathy for the boy dripping from her words. "I know" said Wendy solemnly. Peter now had Janes' hand and the was tugging her towards the window, outside, the stars huddles close to the house, watching the whole ordeal.
"No, No!" Wendy cried. "Its only for spring cleaning, he wants me always to do his spring cleaning!" Jane said merrily. Wendy face contorted holding back tears and she reached out, not to her child, but to Peter, "If only I could go with you" It was only then that Peter understood the feelings Wendy had, and sympathy ran through him. But Peter so hated feeling this way that he jumped out of the window, and hung in the sky, his fingertips still grazing Janes as she searched her mothers face for an answer. "You see....." Jane said "you cant fly" Wendy sobbed, but in the end bid them be safe and watched Jane and Peter fade away until nothing was left but two shooting stars.
The night that Peter flew into the nursery window to find Wendy unable to leave with him, was also the same night he met Jane. She had been asleep, dreaming of her version of Neverland (hers consisted mostly of mermaids and faerie balls to which she was invited) when she was awakened by a soft sobbing at the end of her bed. "Boy, why are you crying?" Peter looked up immediatly, he felt a hum of familiarity in his chest at the words.
Standing up, he bowed, "such a gentlemen" Jane thought, and wondered where a boy like Peter would learn manners. She bowed in return. She knew who he was, and he coaxed her just the same as he had done so many years before with Wendy.
By the time the older woman returned to the room her daughter was flying about the room (and it needs to be stated that Jane was an exceptionally good flyer and hardly kicked her legs at all). All the while Peter crowed from the bed post. "She is my mother" he smiled up at Wendy, and she felt her heart ache. Not merely because she feared her daughter would leave, but because she wanted more than anything to pick up her skirts and fly with him, she was his mother, and she loved him more than anything in her ordinary world, but she knew how fickle he was, for he is just a boy. "He does so need a mother" said Jane, sympathy for the boy dripping from her words. "I know" said Wendy solemnly. Peter now had Janes' hand and the was tugging her towards the window, outside, the stars huddles close to the house, watching the whole ordeal.
"No, No!" Wendy cried. "Its only for spring cleaning, he wants me always to do his spring cleaning!" Jane said merrily. Wendy face contorted holding back tears and she reached out, not to her child, but to Peter, "If only I could go with you" It was only then that Peter understood the feelings Wendy had, and sympathy ran through him. But Peter so hated feeling this way that he jumped out of the window, and hung in the sky, his fingertips still grazing Janes as she searched her mothers face for an answer. "You see....." Jane said "you cant fly" Wendy sobbed, but in the end bid them be safe and watched Jane and Peter fade away until nothing was left but two shooting stars.