Day 21 of the Slice of Life challenge.
"Mama, two stories every night. Remember? I get one more story."
"Yes, baby girl. I remember.
Once upon a time there was a tired, tired mama."
"Mama. NOT a 'tired, tired' story. Those are too short. "
"Okay...how about this one...
Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess who lived in a castle at the very tip-top of a tall, tall mountain."
"What was her name?"
"Her name was Olivia."
"That's my name!" she says, her voice filled with sleepy giggles.
"Yes, baby. That IS your name.
Olivia wore a beautiful sparkly dress."
"What color was her dress?"
"It was pink. A lovely shade of sparkly pink."
"Mama! Pink is my favorite color, too!"
"You're right, sweet girl. It sure is," I say.
Princess Olivia decided to have a big party and invite all her friends to come to the castle to play. She planned and planned and finally the big day arrived. All her friends came to the party and everyone sang songs and danced around, and built forts, and ate pizza and cake, and played ball and blew up balloons and had a great time together.
"Did Diego go to the party?"
"Yes, baby. Diego was there."
"How about Jiya?"
"She sure was, baby."
"And Autumn? Was she there, too?"
"Absolutely, Autumn was there."
"And Leo?"
"Yes. All of Olivia's friends were at the party. They had a great time together. They played so hard and had so much fun that at the end of the day they were all so tired, tired. "
"Umhum," she yawns.
"Yes, they were so tired, tired that they all went home and put on their PJs. They climbed into bed and got all snugged up with their blankies and their loveys."
"I'm all snugged up with Blankie!" she mumbles.
"Yes, little one, you sure are.
And then each and every one of Olivia's friends got all cozy, cozy in their nice warm beds and fell fast asleep." I whisper.
And this tired, tired mama kisses your forehead and breathes in the sweet smell of childhood and knows how very blessed she is to have you.
The days are long, but the years are oh so short.
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Olivia wore a beautiful sparkly dress."
"What color was her dress?"
"It was pink. A lovely shade of sparkly pink."
"Mama! Pink is my favorite color, too!"
"You're right, sweet girl. It sure is," I say.
Princess Olivia decided to have a big party and invite all her friends to come to the castle to play. She planned and planned and finally the big day arrived. All her friends came to the party and everyone sang songs and danced around, and built forts, and ate pizza and cake, and played ball and blew up balloons and had a great time together.
"Did Diego go to the party?"
"Yes, baby. Diego was there."
"How about Jiya?"
"She sure was, baby."
"And Autumn? Was she there, too?"
"Absolutely, Autumn was there."
"And Leo?"
"Yes. All of Olivia's friends were at the party. They had a great time together. They played so hard and had so much fun that at the end of the day they were all so tired, tired. "
"Umhum," she yawns.
"Yes, they were so tired, tired that they all went home and put on their PJs. They climbed into bed and got all snugged up with their blankies and their loveys."
"I'm all snugged up with Blankie!" she mumbles.
"Yes, little one, you sure are.
And then each and every one of Olivia's friends got all cozy, cozy in their nice warm beds and fell fast asleep." I whisper.
And this tired, tired mama kisses your forehead and breathes in the sweet smell of childhood and knows how very blessed she is to have you.
The days are long, but the years are oh so short.
Beautifully written! My boys are teenagers now, so I miss those bedtime stories; but an older friend once told me..."Enjoy every single stage of their lives." You and your daughter will always remember those stories.
ReplyDeleteThe days are long, but the years are oh so short."
ReplyDeleteOh, this is so true. I loved your dialog with your daughter. It brought back fond memories of my oldest daughter. She will be twenty in April, and moving out a month later.
When we had our story telling time at night when she was little and I was so tired, I thought it would never end. But it did.
All my best,
xo
Pamela
The days are long, but the years are oh so short."
ReplyDeleteOh, this is so true. I loved your dialog with your daughter. It brought back fond memories of my oldest daughter. She will be twenty in April, and moving out a month later.
When we had our story telling time at night when she was little and I was so tired, I thought it would never end. But it did.
All my best,
xo
Pamela
Your title hooked me. Yes, I often feel this way. But we push through our tired to make it okay for them. Sweet, sweet post.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful story! Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely story, for your daughter and for us. Sounds like lots of lucky people in your house :)
ReplyDeleteThey really love the stories. I'm glad you take the time and 'love the life you're in' ! xo
ReplyDelete"And this tired, tired mama kisses your forehead and breathes in the sweet smell of childhood and knows how very blessed she is to have you.". You might be a tired, tired mama but you are a wise one, too. Sweet story!
ReplyDeleteI love this touching scene. The fairy tale comes true. Yes, and the years fly by. Hold on tight!
ReplyDeleteI love this touching scene. The fairy tale comes true. Yes, and the years fly by. Hold on tight!
ReplyDeleteThis sounds just like one of my evenings with my three year old daughter. :)
ReplyDeleteI'm commenting on your slice with tears in my eyes. I have an 18 month old, and you said it perfectly...the days are long, but the years are oh so short. I don't even know when she turned a year and a half. I feel like I just blinked. Thank you for sharing and warming my heart. <3
ReplyDeleteI'm commenting on your slice with tears in my eyes. I have an 18 month old, and you said it perfectly...the days are long, but the years are oh so short. I don't even know when she turned a year and a half. I feel like I just blinked. Thank you for sharing and warming my heart. <3
ReplyDeleteOh so short, I can hardly breathe thinking they are over for my son (now 13) and me. Such a sweet retelling at bedtime.
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