“mom can you tell me a story about when you were a little girl?” when my son was about two, my mom started telling him stories from when she was younger. incredibly, she could make a long, drawn out story out of even the smallest event - walking to school, getting ready for bed, running errands. my kids call my mom nis and her stories came to be known as nisy stories.
recently, my mom started sharing these stories with my daughter. like my son at that age, K cannot get enough. she wants every single little detail about the memory - what my mom was wearing, who she was with, what the weather was like, what she ate, and on and on. one time my son asked my my sister meghan to tell him a story about when she was little. meghan told him a two-line story and he replied, “that’s it?” it’s hard to live up to the details in a nisy story.
slowly the stories made their way into our own daily routine. as we ran errands, took a bath, or even in the middle of a hectic grocery run, K would ask, “mom can you tell me a story about when you were a little girl?” again, K was happy with details about normal, everyday things – getting a haircut, playing outside, my childhood friends’ names. once in awhile, i threw in stories about her, like the day she was born.
after months of stories, i was running out of memories. as december neared, i changed it up. i started to tell her a story that began, “once upon a time there was a girl named Mary and a boy named Joseph.”
recently, as we were riding in the car, she asked me if i wanted her to tell me a story. she went on to tell me The Christmas Story in her own words. i could hardly handle the sweetness of her little voice telling me, “once upon a time...”
a few days later, i asked if she would let me record her story. she is pretty shy but she agreed, as long as she could sit in her pink chair.
so here you have it. The Christmas Story in the words of my two-and-a-half-year-old. i will rarely share videos of my kiddos but after the reactions we received from close friends and family, i've decided this one is worth sharing. as i write this post, i wonder what Mary’s version might have sounded like when her Son asked, “mom, can you tell me a story about the night i was born?”