I have to admit that I love telling stories to little ones. It doesn’t matter if I tell it from memory or read it from a book. It is absolute bliss for me to see the kids so enraptured in the story, sitting on the edge of their seat to hear what happens next!
I used to tell the story of the Three Little Pigs to Robert and Andy just before bedtime. It mattered not that they had heard the story hundreds of times … they wanted more! Sometimes they would squeal with delight when I did my best Richard Nixon-esque wolf voice as I blew down the house. Other times they would gladly recite that part with me.
The boys are all grown up now and off at college but I recently had a wonderful opportunity to rekindle the joy that comes from storytelling. This past weekend my niece Evelyn paid a visit (she lives in Maine so visits are rare). She is not quite two years of age and is just adorable with a capital “A”.
I read her the story of Dusty Locks and the Three Bears. Apparently it is her favorite story. It was full blown entertainment of the most glorious kind – lots of wide-eyed anticipation and hanging on every word. Evelyn delighted in the pictures, the various voices of the characters and her participation in the animation of the story at her favorite parts! She was grinning and giggling through out our time in storyland.
At the end, her crystal blue eyes were sparkling with glee! It was such a blessing to witness how much joy can be gleaned from living in the moment – joy from words in a book and read with love.