I was trying to change toddler's diaper, which I do on our bed,
when he wiggled away from me, crawled under a throw blanket that was on the bed,
leaned against the pile of pillows and said,
"Read a book?
Cup of tea?"
Toddler says most things in his little voice as if it is a question. In this case, he was quite pleased with himself, and I just had to laugh at his antic, although I have no idea where the "Cup of tea?' question came from!
He invited me to join him, so I did, and we spent the next several minutes snuggling together as I told him several "once upon a time" stories about a little boy and his family. He loves these stories as much as his sister and cousins did when they were tucked into bed for a nap. The telling of stories is such a wonderful way for me to incorporate real-life events with a bit of whimsy and imagination, and if I get it right, a story gets asked for over and over, such as lost puppies or kitties rescued or some kind of adventure with our golden retriever, Lucy.
Do you like to tell stories to the little ones in your life,
or do you remember being told stories when you were a child?
3 comments:
My Dad made up the sweetest stories. Love your little guy's words. My granddaughter received a tea set for Christmas, with a teapot, tea cups and slices of cake. Apparently, that was her favorite gift because my daughter said she kept offering tea and cake all day. :)
You are so lucky to have so many little ones to tell stories to and tuck in bed, Laurie!!! Enjoy every moment!
Hugs,
Lin
I used to love to tell my daughters stories and to read to them. Sadly I don't remember my parents ever doing the same. Kit
Hi Laurie! So good to be here again...
You write the most lovely things. I can just see you under the covers with the Toddler. I bet you are the best Grandma in the world.
I grabbed your image of the Studs Terkel quote. (I grab so much from you, you should charge me rent or something.) It is everything I believe about blogging. We all tell our stories, don't we?
And of course, our personal family stories make us what we are. I read somewhere that this is the tragedy of Alzheimers. People lose their stories, and don't know who they are anymore.
Isn't that so true?
You wrote another home run here. I'm not surprised :)
Ceil
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