My daughter has no natural desire to walk four miles per day with the doggie she SO much wanted and was going to do all the chores for, pleeeeeeease mama!
All the adult reasoning in the world (plus an ipod) can hardly even make it a mildly attractive proposition…until last week. My daughter said to me, “Mama tell me a story about when you were little.” I’ve had this question before and I’ve certainly spun a few yarns but I’d never done an hour long monologue while walking. But it worked. Before we both knew it the hour had passed, the pup had pooped, and the brutal wind seemed less bitter.
Sometimes it’s hard to think up a story on the spot. So I’ve used this ploy: A good story has to bubble up, be patient…I can get maybe a 1/4 mile outta that one.
Telling tales of long ago days when I was a kid has had an interesting effect on me. From this far away, my youth seems much less difficult than the actual experience. Of course I do some serious editing while on the fly, I do not reveal all, just yet…she is still young, there’s plenty of time 😉 I’m mostly keeping to the time period of between 8-13.
While her early education was pretty much all just one big ‘story’ this new twist is exciting. We used to play a round robin story telling game where one person makes a couple of statements then passes the story along to the next person. In this way she learned early on to tell a story. In a culture so consumed by digital media, I think it’s more important than ever to learn the simple art of story telling. If that’s what it takes to keep her moving, I’m in.
Onward we’ll walk and talk.