It’s Storytime

It’s Storytime

As we grow, we are so often pushed to move ahead, tow the line, get good grades, get that job, get that client… We are pushed to forget play, testing ideas, using our imagination and avoiding the struggle to try to make the impossible happen. Funny though, that is where the magic happens – other times it is just enjoying where you are and being grateful for the things you have.

For example, looking back the best forts I have played in were not the ones from the store but the ones I made with my sister, my cousins, my friends and my nieces. They were made with items on hand – often chairs, old blankets, pots, pans and whatever else fit the need (teddy bears make great gate keepers). Some were big and some were small. Living with cold harsh winters in Chicago many were made of snow. Some housed warriors and some housed women and children. Some were made for meeting spaces and others for some serious reading time.

But how often, does a side come down or you realize you need another door or a window. We didn’t just throw up our hands and say `oh well’ `good try’ `you’ll get them next time kiddo’ or `it can’t be done’. We made it work. Even if it fell again. We did it again. And again. And again. Not unilaterally but together. We questioned our ways, `what if’ `maybe this’ `I don’t want this’ `I love that’ or `we need a flag.’

Building a fort is really Problem Solving 101.

You generate an idea, a plan, delegate duties, recruit team members, etc. Building the fort was just the first step. The fort itself was another home. It provided a safe place for some real “work” to get done. It was far from a white-walled cube farm. I mean really – who dreams of joining a cube farm? You don’t. You are trained to.

So, as I get older and explore my creative side I am truly appreciating the artistry and educational qualities of children’s books and the artists that illustrate them. I have been collecting these books. I have a list of those I want to buy and others I have bought for kids and still want for myself. For me, they are reminders of what we forget as adults and for kids, they are a story, a lesson or an example of potential. They teach us about cultures, animals and the environment. Most often, they are stories of love, acceptance, individuality and peace. Children’s books can show us what humanity is truly capable of when it is focused. Below is my latest instagram post showing just a few examples of the ones that I have. And if you know me, you may have already received one.

So, to the writers, illlustrators, editors and publishers of children books: I am forever grateful.
Peace always

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