Yesterday, being Mother’s Day (at least here in America), I took time away from the screen to spend my day with my 4 year old daughter. We spent some time taking care of things in the garden and we celebrated the day with some cake (an absolute must). And as bed time came around, so did all the storytelling.
Em has a gargantuan imagination and creates the most intricate and hilarious stories. I’m actually really jealous of how her mind is so empty of stress and cluttered knowledge that she has the freedom to picture the grandest scenes and explore plot possibilities without a second of hesitation. Her mind isn’t burdened like mine. It can wander and roam.
Oh how I hope she never grows out of that.
I want to take a moment to celebrate the creativity of young minds. Far be it from us to take for granted or neglect to notice the beauty and entertainment to be found in the mind of children. So today I present to you a story that I had posted to my blog over a year ago, a story Em dictated to me at the age of 3 when I asked her what I should post on “mommy’s website”. Here you go-
Once upon a time there was a pizza. It was a pepperoni pizza. And it had a kid, named Jack. Jack is a boy. Jack eats the real pizza and he eats it and never lets it go again.
Wait! It’s not the end yet! He had a son and he went to his Nana’s. Okay we’re done. They lived happily ever after.
I would very much love to hear any stories you have from children in your life so please, share them in the comments! If you don’t have any on hand, ask them to tell you a grand tale and this time, make the effort to write it down. You’ll stumble upon it 20 years from now and you’ll be unfathomably grateful that you did.