It’s Fantasy Land In Dreamtime

“Mum, Mum, Muuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmm, where are you, it’s time for us to go to bed,” my oldest child yells.

Instantly I’m suspicious. What six year old child voluntarily points out it’s his, and his younger four year old brother’s, bedtime? Is he hiding something or is he excited about something happening tomorrow and wants the day to get here quicker? I can’t help but question the very idea of what I just heard my oldest child yelling to me.

Curiosity is killing me, so I head through the house, closing in on my Son’s voice.

“Ramon, did I just hear you telling me it’s time for bed, or did I dream it,” I asked as I walk into the boys’ bedroom.

“Mmmmmmmm, now what is going on here,” I ask, because they are both on their separate beds, waiting patiently.

Waiting for what? I don’t ask this question out loud as I do not want to jinx it. Our usual bed time routine takes place over one very long, stressful hour each evening. An hour where these two fight going to bed every step of the way. Once in bed, it’s twenty questions time.

Mum, can I go to the bathroom? Mum, can I get a drink? Mum, can I find the toy I left near the TV? You get the gist.

“Okay, is someone going to tell me what is going on here or have you two been possessed, by two sweet boy spirits, that do all the right things,” I jokingly whisper.

Jye pipes up, “Mummy you promised us last night, that if we were good at bedtime tonight, you would read us some more of that book you started last night.”

Okay, if I had known reading these two the first book in a series called, The Lord Of The Rings, would achieve this outcome, then I would have read it to them from birth. Well, who would have thought?

They are both looking up at me with hope shining, blindingly, from their little faces. How can I possibly deny them anything when they look at me like that?

So I agree to read them more about a hobbit, called Frodo Baggins and his adventures through the fantastical world of Middle-earth. Frodo is set on a quest, to ensure the destruction of Dark Lord Sauran, he must destroy the One Ring. A loyal friend and companion to Frodo is another hobbit called Sam and the adventures these two set upon, while trying to fulfil this quest, is all dreams and wishes, exciting adventures and scary danger, to these two young boys waiting patiently on their beds, for the next great dozen pages in the fantastically imaginative fantasy land to ever exist.

Once I agree to continue the tale, they both dive under their covers and lay perfectly still, waiting for their world to open wide into their very own Middle-earth.

I tuck them in tightly, give them a kiss goodnight and then sit down, open the first book of the Trilogy and begin to read.

It was approximately eight pages later that I look over and see both beautiful boys fast asleep, little smiles on their faces, while I bet they are the hero’s saving their own dreamland Middle-earth.

And that ladies and gentlemen, is why I attest that, The Lord Of The Rings Trilogy, is the greatest fantasy storytale to ever be written.

If only you could have seen those little boys’ faces and you would have been astounded, along with me, at how happily they put themselves to bed. You would have no choice but to agree with me.

Happy dreaming my strong fighting hero’s, have fun saving your dream worlds tonight, I’ll see you both bright and early in the morning.

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