children

Children: Our most valuable natural resource.

A BEDTIME STORY FOR ALL AGES
As a child, I was taught to love books. My Mother began teaching me to spell and read long before I was old enough to go to school. I sat by her feet on the floor as she read poetry, Shakespeare and Charles Dickens. The list goes on and on. Much to my delight, she would also explain to me what the story was about in simple childlike words. And, usually at bedtime, she made a point of telling, or reading me a story. Needless to say, all of these efforts on my Mother's part were much appreciated and live on in me to this day!
By Sharon J Doss5 years ago in Families
Princess Rosebud in Sweet Sweet Dreamland
Once upon a time in Sweet Sweet Dreamland, there was a very sad and lonely little girl named Princess Rosebud. She was very sad and lonely because her mom and dad, the king and queen of Sweet Sweet Dreamland, worked during the night and slept during the day. They worked all night making sure that every person in Sweet Sweet Dream Land had sweet dreams.
By Rose Chester 5 years ago in Families
The Raindrop and the Dewdrop
The Raindrop and the Dewdrop By Tom Golden The morning sun was brightly shinning. The Raindrop woke up and looked up from his muddy puddle of water. He saw a silvery spider web on a branch of the Oak tree. Hanging from the spider web was a sparkling Dewdrop. The sunshine made the Dewdrop glow with so many colors, and much brighter than a diamond. The Dewdrop was so pretty.
By Thomas Golden, Ph.D.5 years ago in Families
The Stringy and Spot Club
My father, David X. Sheehan Sr., exited the U.S. Navy in 1946. His hitch was up, in the Naval District of Portland, Maine. He had met my mother, Willa Anne Tibbetts, while on Shore Patrol duty at George’s Delicatessen, where she waitressed and he and his partner often ate.
By David X. Sheehan5 years ago in Families
Pamela's Monster
"I don't want to go to sleep!!" Pamela yelled to her dad. "Pamela, everyone has to sleep to grow and to take care of their bodies." her dad said.
By Pamela Thornton5 years ago in Families
A Bear Named Cubby
Dad looked over at the end of the couch and saw his son’s head nodding. He smiled, as every dad would, as he looked upon his young son holding his bear and dressed in his pajamas. His son seemed to be trying his best to sit up straight, to get the most out of this day, extend it for all it was worth. But sleep was taking over. The proud dad reached over and gently tapped his son’s leg. His son sprang up straight again, as if to say, “I was never asleep.”
By Larry White5 years ago in Families
The Tale of Peter Rabbit, Benjamin Bunny, Johnny Town-Mouse, and other Beatrix Potter Stories
When I was young, Peter hopped across the pages in the book you see above, then went under the fence into Mr. McGregor's garden. Flopsy, Mopsey, and Cottontail stained their mouths with fresh juice from the blackberries their mother asked them to pick.
By Edlyn Escoto5 years ago in Families
Tink's Journey
Tink was a tiny star. His mother told him he was very bright. But Tink was impatient; he wanted to shine brighter than all the other stars in his constellation. Tink tried hard every night to glow just a little bit brighter, but the other stars were still bigger and shinier. Night after night, he grew more frustrated. It seemed that his brothers and sisters glittered more while he just stayed dull.
By Mary Haynes5 years ago in Families
The (un)Truth Learned at Home
When we are children we learn from our parents and experiences growing up in our household. Not all homes are the same though, some only have one parent, some have grandparents, aunts and uncles, stepparents, or adoptive parents. Needless to say, all these can lead to different experiences for each of us. Some homes are heavily religious while others do not. My parents were somewhat religious. My father had gone to church growing up and my mother had been a ward in a Catholic convent when she was young, so their views were vastly different. My mother would claim to not be Catholic anymore, but I found her to be very strict about religious dogma.
By Jae Frank5 years ago in Families
Grim Life Lessons
Grandma could fill my imagination with mythical tales from ancient India. The characters came alive every evening. She'd sit on a wooden settee, and all of us would obediently sit cross-legged on the floor. She was a natural storyteller who invariably ended the session on a cliff-hanger. When we begged her to tell us more, she'd give us a sweet date. It was, as she put it, the magic medicine that made good children sleep on time. For the longest time we all ate it as a goodnight snack and slept soundly. Tales of kings and queens, palaces and nether worlds, heroes and villians, empowered women and men sparked imagination. Winged chariots, sinewy steeds faster than the wind, majestic elephants would fill in where she left off in vivid dreams.
By Eyekay5 years ago in Families
Shaylee’s Bedtime Story
WRITTEN: 28/07/2021 HEARTFELT, FUNNY AND AMBITIOUS TO DELIVER A LIFTIME OF LAUGHS IN YEARS TO COME; SLEEPY AND SNUG IN A COMFY BLANKET LISTENING TO MUM TELL STORIES TO MY SISYER AND I ABOUT OUR DRAGONS.
By Nicole Danby5 years ago in Families
Say Hello To My Little Friends
My love for books started at an early age. I remember my parents reading bedtime stories to me at night as part of our bedtime routine. I grew up in the Eighties (cough, cough) and we didn’t have much, but we did have children’s books. Remarkably, I still have some of those books today, the ones I loved. Looking at the copyright on some of these books now, I get the sense that a lot of them might have been passed down. They are little treasures from my past. They remind me of simpler times and of hope. Of feeling safe and loved. Of discovering new worlds through words and pictures. Of precious times where I had the total attention of my parents.
By A.N.Tipton5 years ago in Families