A long, long time ago, I wrote stories. I wrote stories about finding lost jewels, having tons of friends, and starting my own business. I wrote stories about dreaming and happiness and disappearing into a world far away, in alternative dimensions. I dove into a world that I wrote instead of lived.
Now, I don’t really write those stories anymore. I’m not sure if it’s that I don’t have time, or I don’t find the same inspiration as I did before. But the creativity simmers beneath the surface, only wishing that I could figure how to write, raise my children and clean the house all at the same time.
My stories have slowly come out as I’ve raised my children. Sometimes as entertainment, sometimes as a distraction. Now, they’ve become a part of our bedtime routine. Each daughter gets to choose a book to read, then my favorite part: made up story time.
Normally Butterfly goes first… Her story typically goes: “Once upon a time, ddest destald cdkale ckeoal ckeale ckeolw.” for about three minutes. I have absolutely no idea what she’s saying even though when it’s not story time, she’s fairly articulate. I’ve asked her “say words” but I’ve given up. Each story is about the same. A lot of gibberish until she trails off and I declare “The End” and she follows along with “The End.”
Bee is a little different. Her stories always include the entire family, there’s always a mommy, daddy, brother and two sisters. Most of the time the girls go out to play (and the family tags along) and then they go home.
Finally, I tell a story, with the two sisters as the main characters. They have adventures in the woods, storm castles, make furry friends and play with princes and princesses.
Recently, my stories have centered around finance and budgeting, teaching the girls about how to have a healthy relationship with money and understanding what a budget is, how to thrift store or find great deals, and learning patience before purchasing.
I’m sure it’s because I’ve spent the last month planning a financial seminar and I’m working on putting on a financial series (coming soon) in my neighborhood. That’s sparked a series of stories in my head.
From there, my creativity has been sparked with a series of stories about these two rambunctious, adventurous little girls. So, anyone know a children’s book publisher? LOL.
This has been a Finish the Sentence Friday post. This week’s sentence is “A long, long time ago and very far away, there lived…” (or “There once lived…” or “A long time ago…” or similar – you get the idea).
Your hosts: Kristi, from findingninee.com and this week’s sentence-thinker-upper, Deborah from Life is Like a Hand Grenade.