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My little girl looked up at me and said, “I love you daddy. Do you love me back?”

I said, “Do I love you back? I DO love you back…and you front and you sides too!”

She looked up at me with a question in her eyes and said, “What about the top and the bottom? Do you love them too?”

I thought about it for a minute and finally said, “But what happens if you stand on your head, and your top ends up on the bottom, and your bottom winds up on the top? How will I know which end is which? And how will I know how to love your downside up bottom and upside down top ?”

She looked at me with a frown, sighed a heavy sigh and told me, “It doesn’t really matter at all, which side is up and which side is down. The top and the bottom are all still me. Even if you turn them upside down or downside up. No matter which way they are pointing, they are still me to love.”

I thought really hard…and then I got all confused and had to ask, “But what about your favorite cup? If I turn the top to the bottom, and the bottom to the top, then there are just sides and a bottom, but there is no top. And then there is no inside to fill up. I just don’t understand. Then is it still really a cup? If there is no place to put milk, or water, or juice to drink up?

My girl thought for a bit and finally said, “Even if my favorite cup is just a bottom without a top…there is still a place for the drink to be…but now it is just underneath, can’t you see?

I told her, “Kinda…I kinda can see.”

My little girl just smiled…and she said to me, “You know about my feet and you know about my head. You still know what they are even if my feet point to the up and my head points to the down. EVEN if my pointing down face gets red, you can still see my nose and my eyes and the other parts of my head. All my parts are still there for you to love. And my heart is always right there where it should be, and it always belongs to you… You are still you, and I am still me. Please always remember what I just said. I’m still me no matter which way you see. ”

And I thought and I fought to remember what she had just said. And I was afraid I might have forgot…but just to be sure, I asked her this to help me remember what I was afraid I had not.

I said, “So even if the lights go off or we’re outside in the dark, and I can’t see your back or your front, or your bottom and your top? Even if I can’t see your eyes and your nose and your ears and the other parts? And if I’m not really sure if all the parts are still in the right places, are all of the things I cannot see, still your back, front, top, bottom, and face? Even if my eyes don’t see, are you still you and am I still me?”

She was quiet for a while, because she knew I had to have a minute before I could see the parts about all of this inside the thinking place in me…And then she looked up again, and asked if I could kneel down so I could see her better, and she could better see me…and she told me to “listen real good cause this is the way things are and the way things always will be…”

She put one hand on each side of my cheeks, and looked into my eyes and said to me;

“Pay close attention, cause this is the last time I’m going to mention…That even if I’m in another place where you can’t see me, it won’t really matter if you can’t see my back or my top or my face or my feet…Even if my bottom is on top, or my top is on the bottom…You’ll still be you and I’ll still be me…and you can still love what you cannot see. That is the way it always was, and always will be. So now you know that I will always love you and you can always love me.”

And then I told her, “I would always remember what she had just said, but now I was tired, so it was time for her to go to bed.”

Then my little girl looked at me with a frown, but then she winked and turned the frown down side up to be a smile and said, “I’m tired too from untangling things in your upside down head, so good night mixed up man. I love you back, and you front and you bottom and top too. Good night to all of you daddy, I’m going to bed.”

I told her, “I kinda already knew what she had just said, cause girls love their daddies, and daddies love their girls. That is the way it always was and always will be.”

My little girl is really smart. Smart as can be.

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Written for the daughters of my friends, Kaila, 7…and Amber, 5.
Based on an actual incident…

Amber and Kaila got to stay up late. It was way past their bedtime. Kaila and Amber thought it was great.

Kaila and Amber…Amber and Kaila…Which one comes first? Which one will blink first? Which one is worst?

Their Mom and Dad were having a party that night…people would be here…everything was just right.

Cheyenne the black dog was behaving her best. She was practicing her shake-a-paw and wearing a polka dot dress.

The turtles were floating on lime green miniature boats, singing Jack Sparrow songs and wearing pirate coats.

The birds were dancing back and forth in their cage, singing cockatiel squeal songs and were convinced they were all the rage.

Kailer and Amba were jacked up on sugar…bouncing off all four walls, one after another.

Aleesha and Krystle were there preparing the snacks, pouring the putrid
punch into little sunglasses…It had rained cats and dogs earlier that
day, and they had filled the punch bowl full from water poodles
outside.

Good thing they got there in time, before the sun came back
out and the poodles were dried.

Amber Wamber and Kaila the Shmaila were very upset about this and both nearly cried.

It would all be happening soon, the cards would get dealt, and cars
would be stacked up high on the lawn. Jason would arrange them in
alphabetical order just like the DVD’s and games on the shelf…Only
the cars would be stacked according to the drivers’ first names.

One might say things were really on a roll…I saw that Amber Rose and
Kaila Nicole were swinging from the chandeliers, way out of control.

And then it happened. Nothing could have been worse…Mr. Matt dipped an
animal cookie in salsa! AND THEN HE ATE IT! AND HE DIDN’T EVEN SMELL IT
FIRST!

Well…that’s when the madness really began…

Amber Wamber turned three shades of green and gagged. Kaila the Shmaila
got mad and turned red…little puffs of anger steam came out of her ears
and out of the horns on top of her head.

Kailer screamed, “You can’t do that!”

And Amba cried at the top of her voice “You can’t eat animal cookies and salsa!, That’s just not right…!”

Mr. Matt just shrugged his shoulders and had another.

Amber Wamber and Kaila the Shmaila went out to the chicken coop and told their mother.

The parking attendant rhino out in the yard started blowing his horn…

The elephant in the basement had seen enough and was packing her trunk.

Cheyenne had been digging at the tree in the yard and was drunk from
the root beer. She was howling the “OH NO!” song…very loud and long.

Clevie and Amber were saying their prayers, while the crazy adults ate
animal cookies and salsa and bungee jumped off the top of the stairs.

The cockatiels just gave up, pulled their feathers out, and then lay
down in a pan. The turtles just kinda milled around, but if they could
have they’d have left their shells there and ran.

Mr. Matt was glad the girls didn’t want any of that great snack. That
just meant there was more for him, and he ate all he could. The girls
would never know this treat tasted so good.

Amber Wamber and Kaila the Shmaila had to go off to bed, but they had
terrible nightmares as visions of this crazy night and big people
eating animal cookies and salsa danced in their heads.

This might just be the greatest story I have ever read…Mr. Matt

Matthew Lyle Landsman
Summer 2008

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