I’ve been thinking about storytelling. I’ll tell you my thoughts through a story…
My Grandma passed away a few years ago and my mom and her siblings have been slowly going through old photos, paperwork, etc. I recently got copies of my grandparents’ home video tapes so I can digitize them.
It’s been really fun to see more video clips from my childhood that I didn’t know existed (my parents didn’t own a video camera so we have very few videos from my childhood).
As I have watched bits and pieces of the videos, one part stood out to me in particular. It was the morning of my 8th birthday. Grandma and Grandpa Hall were at my house (and the reason why I even have this video footage) because I was getting baptized 3 days later. This particular video was of me opening my birthday presents in my parents’ room on my birthday morning.
But the part that really stood out to me happened right after this… I was standing next to Grandpa Hall and I reached over and put my arm around his neck and gave him a hug. I just stood there (partially sitting on his lap as well) and hugged him.
“There are plenty of ways to begin and end your story in the imaginative world, but in this book we focus on taking an object or event from the real world into the narrative. By doing so, we help our children (and ourselves) bridge reality and imagination. In time, you might no longer need this strategy, but if you’re just beginning to tell stories, you’ll find that this simple practice opens up a rich source of material for exploration on both sides – reality and imagination. Story is the bridge.
Think of the journey — over the bridge and back again — as one loop. If we threaded a needle and brought it with us, we might find that we had made a stitch between reality and imagination. A practiced storyteller has made hundreds of such stitches in the fabric of reality. She has dozens of bridges, and she places them carefully, choosing locations that are appropriate for her child’s age and her family’s values. A child who has accompanied her on these journeys has no trouble crossing the bridge himself. He is continually weaving a dense fabric of imagination into the very real places and things in his home, his neighborhood, his town. He has ignited a curiosity that will last a lifetime. Such a child sees doors in even the most mundane of objects. You will too.” (pg. 8-9)
“A storyteller should begin to pay attention to her schedules and moods. When do stories flow most easily? When do they feel like hard work? It’s okay to say no when we’re tired.
Part of the excitement of storytelling is watching a storyteller who is captivated with his own story. It grabs our attention. We mirror his enthusiasm. We see it in his facial expressions and feel it in the tone of his voice. As Abraham Maslow and later psychologists have pointed out, the expression of creativity is essential to a person’s overall sense of well-being. A good storyteller, therefore, is enriched by his own process. He tells stories because he likes to tell stories, and he values the intimacy and connection they bring.” (pg. 31)
“When used well, these stories are one of the most potent parenting tools available — for soothing, entertaining, teaching, and more — because they draw strength from the cycle of intimacy we’ve been crafting for years.” (pg. 42)
I’ve been trying to be intentional about practicing my storytelling these past few days. Here is an example of one little experience…
Roxanne asked me to braid her hair yesterday. As I was braiding, I just made up a quick little story about a gnome that was trying to climb a mountain but didn’t have any rope so he sprinkled some fairy dust and some strands of hair that was on the mountain started twisting and twisting together to form a rope (which was her braid) so he was able to climb the mountain. … but then he wanted to climb down the other side and didn’t have a rope so he sprinkled more fairy dust and another rope was formed through the twisting of the hairs on the mountain (her other braid) and he was able to climb back down.
It was such a simple little story but it made both of us smile. There have been a few times since then when we have passed each other and I have just said “remember that gnome?” and Roxanne just smiles at me and says yes. This morning when I asked her she said “yes and you are going to have to tell that story to me again because I want my hair braided again today.” 🙂