Atheist Life Hacks: How To Turn Your Children Into Authors

Few things are more important to me as a mother than passing down my love for stories and storytelling to my kids. One of the ways I do this is by making up and writing stories together. I thought I’d share a story I did with each of my kids.

Here is one my son made up himself. The entire thing came from his mind, I just wrote it down and cleaned it up:

Once upon a time there was a girl named Jack. She was a farmer’s daughter and often drove a truck to deliver her family’s grapes. One day, when she was in the truck delivering grapes to the local farmer’s market, the truck hit a nubbin in the road, drove into a puddle and got stuck in the mud. Jack did not know what to do. She had to deliver the grapes, but she could not if her truck was stuck in the mud. So Jack called for help. She called up, she called down, she called all around. “Help!” she said. But no one answered. Jack then decided she should walk to a nearby house and ask for help. She spotted one just a little way down the road. She walked there, careful not to step in the mud puddles that dotted the road. When she got there, Jack knocked on the door. To her surprise, Jack saw that her Mommy answered the door! “Mom! What are you doing here?” she asked, astonished. Her Mommy said, “Why… Jack, we live here!” “What?” Jack asked, clearly confused. “Yes, honey. Daddy and I just finished buying this new house, which is bigger and closer to the farmer’s markets than our old one!” Jack looked up at the new, larger house and instantly loved it. “Oh, mom! What a happy accident! I got stuck in the mud and it brought me home!” The end.

Another story I wrote was with my stepdaughter. It’s called The Dream Fairy. This is almost entirely her:

Nala The Dream Fairy

Nala closed her eyes once again and a smile graced her face as she pictured the perfect Dream Fairy outfit. She slowly opened her eyes and by the look in her own dream fairy’s eyes, something had definitely changed. She walked over to her mirror again and saw her own brown hair was now feathered and wispy, her light blue eyes had an extra sparkle and she was wearing the most beautiful white, fluffy cloud-like dress covered in purple sparkles, just like her dream fairy was wearing. “I can’t believe it! I look… amazing!”, Nala shouted with joy. “It’s time for me to go now, Nala. It’s time for you to go now, too.” Her dream fairy said with a glint in her eye that told Nala she was talking about the sad girl. “You must promise me though, Nala, that you will teach children about dream tokens and keep your role as dream fairy a secret.” “Right! I promise! Well. Will I see you again?” Nala asked. “Just picture me and I’ll be here.” “Of course! I should have known!” “Goodbye Nala, and good luck!” and with that, the beautiful dream fairy flew out of Nala’s window and disappeared in a bright flash. Nala could not believe what just happened but had no time to think about it. She wanted to help the sad little girl who needed a good dream. She closed her eyes and picture collecting the girl’s token, and her having a good dream. Before she knew it, she was standing before the sleeping girl. She reached under the girl’s pillow and sure enough, there was a token. As she pulled it from under the pillow, a purple, glittery haze formed around the girls head and the corners of her little mouth turned up. She was having a good dream! Nala spent a lot of time that night, delivering good dreams to kids who needed it. And when she finally decided to come home, she lay in her bed and slept better than she ever had before. The entire night, she dreamt good dreams about dream tokens and fairies and flying.

What are some of the things you do to promote a love of stories and storytelling with your children? Let me know in the comments!

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