Okay, so every parent thinks their child is a prodigy. They are the most beautiful, intelligent, articulate, graceful, witty beings in existence. Somehow we manage to block out the whiny voices, grumpy faces, hitting, screaming, stubborn, arms crossed, pouting beings. It’s a good thing for the continuance of our species that we have selective amnesia when it comes to our offspring.
So, in true parent fashion, I am going to share the brilliance of my 4-year old daughter with you. Last night she decided she wanted to make up her own bedtime story. She narrated, and I wrote. Here’s what she came up with:
Sophia’s Goodnight Story
Good night, the stars are
Shining bright at night.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8.
Big rose, little rose,
Big roses shine at night.
Hoppy Haddy, Hoppy Haddy,
How high does he jump?
Plain out of sight, and bed.
Every guy inside the warm night,
Sleep tight.
In the night, Queens are the ones that settle in,
And sleep the night.
Blocks are making Floppy’s bed,
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10.
One hundred days in one day.
Pink balloon, Haddy Hoppy box,
Trophy, twenty-three blocks.
The End.
August 7, 2013 at 10:45 pm
Dear Sophia,
In one Country far away from yours, in that country where your grandfather was born… called Argentina, we get your poem and I’m glad for.
Thanks you a lot, dearest Sophia! You’re a very beautiful person, as an Angel with a gold and kindness heart. So I congratulate you and I congratulate your parent. May God bless you great Sophia. Love and prayers, Monica
July 11, 2013 at 2:41 pm
Congratulations to Sophia on the wonderful poem! She is not only a gifted dancer and singer but also an inspirational poet! Instead of counting sheep in order to fall asleep I will from now on read her goodnight story wondering, among others, why there are ‘twenty-three blocks in a trophy’! Thank you, Sophia!