Sometimes, because my mom reads my blog, I feel like my posts should have have a moral lesson attached, but just so you know, there isn’t one attached to this- just an observation- I must tell boring stories.
On Saturday night my baby girl had a female melt-down. She was tired, over stimulated and more than ready for her bed. I tucked her in and kissed her, tiptoeing out of the room. A few minutes later, I heard her quietly sobbing. I went in to lie down with her, rubbing her head and telling her that everything would be ok, but she couldn’t stop crying. So I said, “shush now, and momma will tell you a story.”
I really didn’t have a story, but I thought quickly and began like this….
“Once there was a princess……………, “ then I couldn’t really think of anything.
Then, I got it- “who never thought of anyone but herself”…… see how the moral lesson always hovers, trying to fit in?
I then went on and on about the princess meeting a magic fairy who put her to the test regarding her selfish traits and general nastiness.
Imagine this all told in a halting whisper as I tried to think of the next test the princess had to face. After a few minutes, Sher said, “Is this really a fairy tale or are you making it up?” “Making it up” I said, “just listen.”
I told her that the princess was forced to leave the castle on her quest taking only three things in a small purse.(which I consider to be a task of utmost difficulty-if you wonder; my tiny purse always contains lip gloss, iPhone, and a tissue-I have persistent allergies)
I told her the princess brought these things in her tiny purse; scissors, an apple and here is my problem, I named the third thing, and just as quickly, I forgot what it was. I have no idea why I named scissors at all. Who puts scissors in their purse anyway when faced with three item dilemma?
As I made up some hooey about the scissors and apple, I racked my brain for the elusive third item, but I couldn’t for the life of me remember what it was. Finally, I gave up and whispered to Sher, “What did I say the third thing was?” She had no answer as she was fast asleep. Laters.
Maybe it was a needle and thread. Remember the story of the little red hen, the bad wolf got her and put her in a sack to take back home to put in a pot of boiling water. Lucky for her the wolf took a nap. She had her scissors and needle and thread in her little apron pocket, so she cut a hole in the sack, got out and filled the sack with stones, sewed it up and went back home. So you see my dear, it is always good to have scissors and needle and thread in your tiny purse.
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I loved this! You are such a cute mom. :) Sher is super lucky!
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