To be honest, there are time when I have worried that my stories will not be good enough. Often, I can't remember the last one. But, my girls can relate details that amaze me.
Lately, there have been more fantastical tales of princesses living in castles with moats that spurred the inventions of swimming and ice skating.. Lately, we have included more than our share of Disney Princesses in tales of family members whose names are vaguely familiar, like Auntie Anna (a merging of Frozen's hero and their Auntie).
In the beginning, I think, they were more realistic tales of little girls eating dinner, playing and brushing their teeth, but to be honest, I can't remember for sure! To be honest, I have wondered if soon they will not need/want my stories. Yet, something happened last night that assured me I had planted seeds that will last until we are sharing stories of teenage angst! .
"Do you have a story," she grinned?
"I'm working on it I offered," I'll be ready by bedtime!
"Well, then let me tell you a story," she offered, clutching her new yo yo in her hand. Without awaiting my response, she began,"Once long ago, there were these princesses....."
I'm not sure I remember all the details of this story either; however I can assure you I held in the proud-happy tears as she certainly would not understand my crying over a wonderful happy tale of a princess with a magic yo-yo.
She knows the best stories come from seeds of our lives.