How my bedtime stories failed

I felt so guilty.

I had never told Amy a bedtime story, so one night, when she was hyper and happy (from going out the whole night perhaps) and jumping on the bed, I thought I would tell her a story to wind her down and get her ready for bed. Thus began my journey of telling my daughter bedtime stories.

Round One

As Amy was jumping around the bed, I asked her if she would like mama to tell her a bedtime story. She said yes, and sat down to listen to me.

I made up a story about three little ducks who went out to look for a toy. Halfway through though, she requested for “yeh yeh” (grandpa), so I changed it to the little ducks who went out to look for yeh yeh.

I said the ducks went out to the lake, to the forest and to the town, but yeh yeh was not there. So they went home and told their mummy, but mummy asked them to go look again at one particular shop in town.

Off they went to that particular shop, knocked on the door…

And when they opened the door, they saw yeh yeh on the bed!

Innocent story right? Happy ending right?

But immediately, Amy cried and said “scared!!” and hugged me super tightly. She cried so loudly that the hubby could hear her from the bathroom outside our room.

I couldn’t believe it. My first ever attempt at telling my daughter a bedtime story, resulted in her being scared. And that I ended her night with tears.

Well. Perhaps it was my storytelling tone. And Careen told me that the story did have a lot of suspense in it, and was quite scary (like what??!).

Round Two

Obviously I had to redeem myself.

The next day, I was trying to make Amy take her afternoon nap. So again, I asked her if I could tell her a bedtime story. Surprisingly, she said yes haha.

This time the hubby was beside us.

My story started like this:

“Once upon a time, there was a baby called Amy. And Amy loved ice cream! She ate vanilla ice cream, chocolate ice cream, strawberry ice cream…”

And it was here that she cried and said “scared!!” and hugged me tightly again.

The hubby can attest to the fact that I told the story in a super sing song cheerful manner this time. So now I know that it is not my problem. It’s Amy’s problem.

Round Three

But I wasn’t going to give up so easily!

That same night, I tried again, and this time, it was a success!

The story went like this:

“Once upon a time, there was Amy. Amy has a papa and a mama. The end!”

She did not cry and she did not say “scared!!”! I did it!

Well, there was a look of confusion on her face that seemed to say “huh the story ended? such a short story?”, but hey! At least we did not end with any crying that night!




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