Grandson: Tell me a story about when my Daddy was a little boy.
Granddaughter: Do you know funny stories about my mom, too?
Me: No. I am your Dad’s mom. I didn’t know your mom when she was a little girl. But I wish I did.
Grandson: Tell him about when Aunt Chelle got in trouble!
Me: Which time?
Kids love stories. They especially love stories where they are the star! I love the books you order where you put your own child’s name in the story. Kids never tire of hearing their own history–real or imagined.
When my first grandson, Taylor was born, I wrote him a story every day for several months. He was always the hero conquering the dragon or saving a princess. For some reason I lost the book for a very long time. I may have hidden it because I was embarrassed at reading back over the sappy stories or thought my story telling would embarrass him in his later years. But, when he neared his sixteenth birthday, I found the book again. Now the stories still reeked of sappy, but they had a totally different effect: It was clear that the author was a grandmother TOTALLY in love with this baby. Over the MOON in love.
I took the book, added a colored divider and began “Part Two.”
For several months I wrote in Taylor’s unfinished book concerning the “Themes of Manhood.” I copied quotes, wrote anecdotes, and short stories of men saying and doing gallant deeds. These were real heroes, not imagined.
On his birthday I gave him the book. And a big gift card (Hey! He is 16! A guy has needs!)
At first he looked at the book and quizzed me about the content and intent. Then he hugged me and walked away. I thought that would be the last time I saw or heard of the book.
A few days later he came up to me at school and said, “Now, tell me about that book again. It’s pretty impressive.”
If you haven’t been around a 16 year old male lately, you might not realize the impact those few words can have on a sappy grandmother.
When Taylor’s younger cousins or siblings spend the night the only part of the bedtime ritual they enjoy is the “bed-night” stories. I try to remember the most outrageous antics their parents performed or how much trouble an aunt or uncle got in. Since the grandkids parents all have seven siblings, there are PLENTY of stories.
When I try to tell a fairy tale or other story, the kids are quick to say, “No! We like our stories the best!”
Kids love stories–especially if they (or their parents) are the hero. Tell them their story. You won’t be sorry.
What stories do your kids love the best?