Tell me a story – Five Minute Friday

Five Minute Friday - Story I participate in “Five Minute Friday” from Lisa Jo Baker’s Tales from a Gypsy Momma blog.  She provides a writing prompt, and I have five minutes to write to that subject.  No editing, no fussing.  Just. write.

People all over the web join in the free-writing exercise.  You can too.   I’d love to see your writing in the comments of her page or shared on her blog.  Just let me know what to look for and I’ll cheer you on.

Last week, I wrote about “dance.”

Today, I write about “story.”


Tell me a story…. how many times have I heard this from my boys.  Sometimes, it’s said as they drag an impossibly large stack of books across the floor and plop them in my lap.  We end up crammed in a tiny chair.  One momma, two squirming boys, and ten pointy uncomfortable books in a pile.

Sometimes it’s said as we drive down the road, their boredom at a peak.

Sometimes, it’s said as they crawl under the sheets and snuggle down in the warm pocket of air.  Those early morning whispered stories are a dream.story with daddy

I read the entire volume of Winnie the Pooh stories to them by flashlight, trying to teach them to fall asleep in their own bed.  It was a nightly ritual for months.  Them squirming, me with aching butt from sitting on the floor.

And now, the time is almost gone.  Watty would rather read to himself than be read to.  He reads his own stories, and no longer needs me.  He is reading Winnie the Pooh to himself now, checking to make sure I told the stories true.

GoGo isn’t far behind.  Not confident, but still reading his own stories.

Time passes.  Stories end.  Sadness.


And now, I can’t get an old song out of my head.  “This is my story, this is my song… loving my savior, all the day long…” I remember it from my childhood.   It’ll be stuck in my head for hours.  You’re welcome.

Five Minute Friday

Susan Baker
I have a passion for encouraging weary worn out mothers to find joy in everyday motherhood and peace in unlikely places. I have two elementary school boys, one nerdy husband, and two cats. I have a strange fascination for bad puns, the color pink, socks, and books. I worry about running out of toilet paper, wine, and chocolate.. I serve an amazing God. I live an ordinary life filled with wonder.
Susan Baker
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  1. It makes me sad to think of my time of telling and reading stories to my little ones coming to an end. But you’re right, one day, it will. Thank you for the reminder to treasure this time deep within my heart.

    • monica, it makes me sad too. my boys are right at that point of leaving every last trace of baby sweetness behind (unless they are asleep). i’m happy for them, excited to see the young men they are becoming, but it breaks my momma heart. i’m no longer mommy, just mom. *sniff*

  2. Your post reminded me how when I was little I would chase my grandma around her house going “Tell me a story!” Once in a while she’d tell me a story about her and and my grandfather, but more often than she sit down, look me square in the eye and with a dead serious face go. “A pig fell in the mud.” This could go on for hours. I thought it was hilarious.

    (And yes, that song is stuck in my head now too.)

    Found you on Five Minute Friday.

  3. Hi! Stopping by from MBC. Great blog!
    Have a nice day!

  4. Thanks for stopping by my blog, Sweet Blessings. Nice to “meet” you, 🙂

    Lovely post on stories.

    • thanks Jenifer. i like getting to “meet” new people on their blogs. love learning new things and gaining insights from others.

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