We had a busy day on Friday and Saturday, and I decided that Sunday would be spent relaxing at home. We watched TV and played Legos and Playdo and Painted and it was lovely. After naps I started picking up.
As I was cleaning, Abby started telling me a story. She was sitting on the couch with her sister, they had blankets which they were using to hide from me while I vacuumed. At one point, as I stopped to move something, Abby said “Daddy! Come hide!” and started explaining why I needed to. I stopped her and grabbed one of my journals so I could write down her story.
After she finished dictating this story I asked if I could post it on my blog, for people to read. She said, “Yes…but you’ll still have it, right?”
This is the first story she’s ever had published, and when she’s famous I hope an internet archive picks this up and it makes front page news.
There is a dragon in our house.
He just opened our door while we were cleaning and said, “Rah! RAH!”
He was breathing fire. Then, he tried to find us and looked all around. All he found was a vacuum.
So he vacuumed the whole place.
He heard a sound and said, “Closer…closer…closer.” Then he found us. We put on our shoes, and ran. When we came back to the house we found everything a mess.
He went back to his cave, and we cleaned everything up, then had breakfast and played.
After she finished the story I read it to her. Katie was sitting between Abby and I, a blanket over her head (because she was still hiding) but with her legs sticking out.
Abby: “Kate, come out here so you can hear the story!”
Kate, matter-of-factly, from under the blanket: “But the dragon is coming to get my face, so I have to hide.”
If I can help them continue to see the world around them this way, I can ask for little more. Each night I pray that they will grow up Brave and Strong and Wise, but the loudest voice in my heart cries for them to grow up full of wonder for the world around them, and conviction that it is the magical place they saw in their youth.