“No, Daddy! Tell me!”
As we walked to the car, hubby continued regaling our little ones with the tale of beautiful Helen of Troy and the great plot behind the Trojan Horse. Eventually, this led to an exciting narration of the life and times of Hercules.
“Hercules’ dad was a god named Zeus, and his mother was a regular, mortal woman whose name I can’t remember.”
“Let’s call her Pepper!” daughter suggested.
“Okay,” hubby continued, “Hercules was the son of Zeus and Pepper.”
I smiled in the darkness. Never in a million light years would I interrupt a daddy telling stories to his little girl. Especially a daddy who is awesome enough to remember names like Asterope and Celaeno, but willingly adapts his story to include Pepper.
My daddy used to tell me stories too. Bible stories about men named Goliath and Samson, scary stories involving ghosts and demons, and funny stories about horses, dogs, and his favorite pet goat named…Ginger. (All observations on the goat/daughter connection have already been made, thank you very much.)
Interestingly, one that I remember most is the story of The Five little Peppers. I loved hearing the adventures of Ben, Polly, Joel, Davie and Phronsie Pepper. They were quite poor, but they were always joyful while working and playing in their little brown house. Perhaps this is why I grew up and had five children of my own. You can never underestimate the power of good storytelling in a child’s life. Hopefully, my 7-year-old doesn’t try to save our Thanksgiving turkey with an eye dropper.
Ginger is an author, speaker and mother of five. Find her on Facebook (Ginger Truit-Author), Twitter (@GingerTruitt), or contact her at email@example.com.