Jenny offers a wonderful window into the ways that sharing stories with her daughter provides opportunities for conversation and for making sense of that which is hard to make sense of in our world.
Her words ring true to me. As my children and I accumulate a shared repertoire of stories, words, rhythms, characters, problems, and themes climb into our lives. In my house, we often quote Peggy Rathman, author Ten Minutes Till Bedtime, as we scurry around getting ready for bedtime ourselves. We embody Mercy Watson as we indulge in “toast with a great deal of butter on it”, and we take on the voice of the peddler and shake our fingers at each other saying, “You monkeys, you…” The ways in which our books come to life in our daily interactions bring humor and lightness to otherwise frustrating or uninspired times.
What do you think? How do stories find their ways into your family life?
To my dearest daughter,
I was deceived to believe that the answers to my parenting questions could be found in the non-fiction section of any bookstore. My analytical mind wanted to solve each problem like a complex scientific experiment. This method worked in the beginning. When you cried, I made a hypothesis and tested it. Did you need your diaper changed? Were you hungry? Did you need to be burped? As the days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into months, my ability to correctly project the outcome improved. I really believed that I had nailed this parenting thing.
As you grew, your “Whys” sent me running to the reference isle of the library in search of answers to questions ranging from how many people live in China to why are there different types of clouds. I still found the answers in the non-fiction section, but these books cannot…
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