Recently I was telling my 3 year old grand-daughters a story about a lady bug. I told them, … “Once upon a time, there was this little lady bug walking around on the ground. She looked up in the sky and saw the most beautiful, giant, red balloon. She said to herself, I wish I could hold a balloon, but I am just a bug and I live way down here on the ground. When all of a sudden, she saw the giant red balloon floating down, down, down until her little pincers grabbed the string and away she went. The balloon carried her up and away. She could see the beautiful ocean and the seagulls, she saw the big trees and the mountains. She saw the desert and the land, and she saw very tall buildings and all the places she never thought she could see. She was so happy to be up in the sky with this giant red balloon, then slowly it began to drop down, down, down until she landed safely on the ground. Thank you red balloon she called out, it was so beautiful and the lady bug smiled.”
My grand-daughters were all smiles and asked, “again Gramma, please…” It reminded me of the importance of story telling, and what it brings to a child’s life. Fills them with wonder, joy and imagination. It doesn’t cost a penny and it’s as creative as you make it.
A simple joy, a simple pleasure and a lifetime of memories. Sometimes we all need to find “our red balloon.”
Article by Laurie Cesario-Overton