Micah has been my fairy tale muse since she first emerged, clearly unhappy with the post-womb world. Perhaps the whiny ones are those whose fairy tale remains to be written and, unlike other children, they know it- they are expecting something clear and somewhat magical to bind them to this world and its ways.
The migraines made my past week an rather stiff-necked occasion, so I picked up some colored pencils and drew alongside the kids. What would Micah's world be like if she could tell me all those colors and sights that coalesce in her tiny head? I drew a story that remains to be told. A story that takes place in a land between here and there. A story which a fancy character named "no no" who always has a reason why Micah shouldn't go there or shouldn't do that or shouldn't see something.
A story with a character named "him", who does all those things that him's do inside the office cubbies in their professional bubbles. A story in which triangular planes offer a different way of transport across flying barrels and vases. A story in which the hunt for unicorn juice must continue without a clear reason and without a unicorn to offer assistance. A true quest, if you will. I can't wait to see how Micah tells it- and how it comes to life in her mind.
Have you ever doodled an untold story for one of your children? It's a wonderful way to meet them in lands where the rules don't apply- in places where you can be confidantes and partners in dreaming something thick and true.
