Bedtime stories

A la Henrietta
*smile*



We learn a lot from our mothers although we often do not want to be like them.


When we mature we realize now that we are mothers our daughters will not want to be like us. Then they become mothers and so the cycle continues.


My mother used to read bedtime stories to us but she was tired at that time of the day and though she had a picture book she turned the lights down low and made up stories. Long before the end we were fast asleep.


I tried this with my children. But Helen of troy was not to be fooled. You could not change a single word or you would be regarded and treated as a traitor. It left me no choice, I had to learn the stories off by heart and recite them. (Though I never could manage this with Dr Seuss - The Cat in the Hat.)


I asked my mother whether she ever had to learn the stories off by heart.


“No.” she said, “but then my children were not that smart.”






Sandra’s seen a leprechaun,


Eddie touched a troll.


Laurie danced with witches once,


Charlie found some goblin’s gold.


Donald heard a mermaid sing,


Suzie spied an elf.


But all the magic I have known


I’ve had to make myself.


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