Tuesday, August 7, 2007

Sunshine's Stories

My oldest two children are as different as night and day which is good since one is a boy and the other a girl. He wants to be a race-car-driving, Lego-inventing-scientist-priest (as long as it is the kind of priest that doesn't have to do weddings. All that kissing... blech). Sunshine, well... I'm pretty sure she wants to be Melissa Wiley. Or a nun. She's still deciding.

Getting The Professor to write was the hardest box to check off on my home school checklist. Not the actually forming of the letters, but the sitting down and committing all of those stories in his head to paper and ink was worse than any dentist derived torture. I am sure I don't know where he gets it; I only had to type that last sentence three different ways and it still doesn't sound right to me.

Anyway, the girls have been much easier to convince that writing can be fun (even if I don't believe it myself). In fact, the amount of paper those two pen and paint could probably produce a few manuscripts a year... illuminated manuscripts that is... because what good is a story without pictures!

Here is Sunshine's latest creation. This is her "first draft". There are no pictures, yet. I typed it for her exactly the way she related it to me. She wanted to share it with Mommy's Blogger Buddies and Forum Friends. She also wanted to share it with her E-pals who live so far away, but can be brought closer through the magic of the internet.

Once upon a time, there was a princess who was very happy. Everyday she would go to her favorite window in the tower which was in her room. She would put two or more flowers in the vase by the window. But today she was very cross because a very, very, very fat prince captured her and tied her up and asked her, “Will you be my wife?” She didn’t answer. “Will you be my wife?”, he asked louder. She didn’t answer again. She just shook her head, no.

So the prince let her go but he met her again when she was sitting down drawing a book. The fat prince tried to convince her to marry him but she wouldn’t say yes.

One day, on the swings where her mother and her always went to have private talks about things they liked, the princess saw a handsome young man. She saw him there every day when she and her mother had private talks. They had a date and then they got married.

The fat prince was walking near a dry river. He expected it to be full of water. He leaned forward to take a drink and then he fell down and hurt himself and he never got out. He died from hunger and thirst and that was the end of the fat prince.

The princess and prince were married and had lots and lots of children.

The End.

Kind of ironic about the fat prince, huh? Just about all of her stories end the same way... someone getting married that is, not the unpleasant dying. She was dictating another story to me yesterday when Shortcake walked up and said, "Oh... I've heard this one before. It's one of my favorites."

Contentment by Maxfield ParrishI think parents naturally have a desire to give their children what they feel they missed out on as a child. I always wanted a sister to share a room with, to share stories with, to share clothes with. Maybe I am idealizing sisterhood, but the thought of them lying in bed telling each other tales of fantasy and innocent romance makes me feel giddy. These are the stories I want to remember. This is a picture of our life that I want to capture.

(This picture hangs in the girl's room. It use to hang in mine.)


  1. That's a wonderful story. I'll have to read it to Lucy. It is so wonderful that your girls have each other. Sisters are the best.

  2. She will be thrilled to know that you shared it with Lucy.

    I should say that even though I never had a sister to share a room with, I had cousins galore (2 girl cousins who were the same age as me even... we were called The Triplets) who would always spend a week together during the summer. Those memories are some of the nicest ones I have from my childhood.

  3. How sweet and wonderful that your girls have each other!! It is beautiful!

    And I LOVED the story!!

  4. I read it to Weazy (Analise,7 years old) and she loved it and laughed at the end. I want to read more of her stories!

  5. What a great story! I loved it.

    Having never had sisters of my own, I, too, have a very idealized notion of sisterhood that I hope to foster in my girls.

    And I think it is so sweet that your daughters have your old picture hanging in their room!

  6. Lots to love in that story: private talks about things you like with your mother, lots and lots of children, and justice served to the mean, fat prince.

    Little girls are a blessing, to be sure. Having a sister to grow up with? Even more so. My girls say, "Sisters together; friends forever."


Thank you for sharing your thoughts and yourself!