I'm crying in the cafe after reading that excerpt. Fuck, stories can be beautiful.
It reminds me that my daughter, at age 11, still wants to be tucked in and hear stories.
It used to mean I read Cinderella to her ad nauseum.
Then I turned her on to children's bible stories (I enjoyed reading them over and over too).
Now she just wants stories about my childhood and life - my past Halloween costumes, things I did with my mom, embarrassing crushes I had on boys, etc.
Anything that will help her to understand her thoughts, feelings and experiences.
Any story that will bring meaning to all the changes and newness of life.
Connection, integration, meaning, making sense of it, digesting, learning, growing, acceptance, belonging, soothing, understanding, seeing - fuck, stories can be beautiful.
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