One of the things I love the most about being a grandmother is the very personal, very special bond that is built between me and a little grandchild. I am learning that one of the marks of that bond is our own little subset of language.
For instance, I’ve been reading books to my granddaughter, Aria, almost from the moment she was born. But one day we discovered something new. I told her a story about myself, from when I was a little girl.
Aria was delighted and asked for more.
The next time I saw her, she said, “Tell me a story from your mouth.” I had never heard that particular request before but went to the cupboard to pick out a book to read.
“No, Gigi, tell me a story from your mouth!”
“But, Aria, what is a story from my mouth?”
“A story about you when you were little.” (Imagine her answers with a toddler’s lisp!)
“Oh, that kind of story!” And we were off with me remembering stories from my childhood – stories that would interest a toddler and Aria listening closely and endlessly asking for more.
I’ve told her stories about my grandparents and about my brothers and sisters and about Christmases past and on and on and on.
Now Aria is five years old and we’ve discovered a new category of “stories from my mouth”. These are any kind of a story that I tell without a book. Our favorites are Little Red Riding Hood and The Three Little Pigs. I’ve told these two stories countless times, but she never gets tired of them. Perhaps because each time I add more and more details and the stories get longer and more dramatic each time. And yes, the stories are rather violent but in our telling grandma never gets eaten and the wolf always gets his just desserts.
How long will Aria ask for stories from my mouth? I don’t know, but I’ll enjoy it while she does. And maybe, I’ll be able to convince her little brother Vince to listen. And maybe when we go to visit Lucy and her little brother, Jon, they’ll be ready for a story from Gigi’s mouth.
But always, those storytelling times will be one of my sweetest memories of grandmothering my little people.
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