Toddler Storytelling and Alayna is Alive Day
Isaiah has a newfound joy for story telling. He asks John and I to tell him stories, and he also enjoys retelling stories that he hears and loves. So we have told him the story of how mommy and daddy met, the story of when he was born and when his sister was born, and about the time that he drove mommy crazy when he was a colicky infant and wouldn’t stop crying in the backseat when mommy was stuck in rush hour traffic on Route 51. That one was a nailbiter... ;)
Now eight years later, she's healthy and whole, with a loving husband and two beautiful kids. And once a year, on the anniversary of her accident, she would celebrate being alive.
Blessed that I was able to go on to have babies, after breaking my pelvis, with my loving husband, who happened to be one of my praying friends from eight years ago. I am blessed that everything on my body works almost as well as it did 10 years ago. I may not be as spry, but I suppose a minivan and two kids will do that.
I love Isaiah's new desire to hear lots of stories, because it reminds me how important and valuable it is to share the stories of our lives with others. Storytelling reminds me of the amazing things that have happened in my own life. I'm full of smiles and great joy to remember a season of great fun and friendship or the birth of a child. I'm reminded of the fuzzy feelings of new love when I tell the stories about our engagement and wedding day. And telling stories of fun family outings or silly birthday stories helps me to remember that I really do love my children on days that they are driving me nuts.
My accident story reminds me that I don't exist in a vacuum, and it helps me to remember how God and my friends were there for me in my toughest of times. So... I hope Isaiah wasn't too disturbed or confused by my crazy whale of a tale. He did ask why the doctors would put screws in my head after I let him feel them under my skin on my forehead. I guess it’s so someday we can say that mommy has a few screws loose, and not be too far off.
Some stories are good and full of joy, some are tough even to retell, and some are simply funny or silly, and I think it's important to share them all. So be sure to share all the stories of your life, with your kids, with your spouse, and with your friends. Your lives will be richer because of it. Ours certainly are.
Do you tell your children stories about your life? Do you have a favorite story that you tell your kids?