5/17/10

Imagination Destroyer - One Child at a Time

This morning I have a sick little boy at home who has requested to watch Kung Fu Panda.  So I turn it on for him As controller of the universe, this is an easy task for me to fulfill.  I start the video and go to the microwave to warm my cup of coffee evil powers.  

He calls from the other room, “Mom, can you really do that?”  (He is referring to the Dreamworks boy who floats with a bunch of balloons all the way up to the moon and then goes fishing.)

My eyes gleam at the opportunity.  My mouth twitches as I try not to get too excited.  “No honey.  You can only get to the moon if you are an astronaunt with a spaceship.” I  logically answer his question.s successfully squelch his dreams.

Very excited he protests, “But he floated up there.”

“No honey, he’s just a cartoon and you have to have rocket power.”  Microwave buzzes and I retrieve my steaming cup of coffee adult.  I take a sip of its power.

My sickly four year old jumps up on the couch as life returns to his broken body “Holy cow Momma, look at this guy.” 

I return to find a Kung Fu Panda version of the before mentioned Dreamworks boy who scales the clouds with his Kung Fu abilities to fish from the moon.  My mind begins to formulate a logical, “Clouds are made of water and though they look solid you could not actually ‘hold on’ to them enough to really climb up to the moon.  Plus after you get to a certain part of the atmosphere, oxygen gets too thin and…”  But I realize that might be over his four year old head so I simply say, “He’s a cartoon too honey.  You can’t…you ca--, ca--, ca—“ I look at my cup of coffee dream killer.  I choke and gag on the words.  A tiny voice inside of me screams.  It is my own voice as a child and it rises above all else. 

What the heck are you doing? (okay more like the 15 year old voice inside of me but hey, it’s still a child)

“Scratch that.”  I tell the four year old.  “You get to the moon any way you want to.  I think I’ll put springs on my feet and bounce up there.”  And with that, I killed the Imagination Destroyer with one tall tale and went back to sipping my cup of coffee.

When did I forget to be a child?  Hello, am I not a fiction writer?  I can’t believe I seriously did that.  I really need to give this ADULT thing a reality check.

That’s all for now my loves.  Wish me a throw-up free Monday.  

13 comments :

  1. Loved this blog! I have four kids and one very small grandson. My kids were all raised in a very unconventional manner. My main priority was to make sure they had happy, creative childhoods where they were able to figure out who they wanted to be. (As much as any of us ever do.) I try, whenever it's possible, to not tell them they can't do something.

    I think you made a great point about our reasons for doing that, and how--sometimes--we crush possibilities without even thinking about it. Nice job on realizing that all he needs to get to the moon is to find the right sort of magical balloons. :)

    I'm listening to your playlist right now. I love it. And, (don't tell) but I LOVE Taylor Swift. haha. Aaannnd...I went through some of your older blogs (just a few down) and--Stephanie Meyers was my original inspiration to start writing my book as well--which I've been working on for two years.

    Lol...how weird is that? I guess we really are long lost twins. :)

    If you come by my site to say hi, make sure you click on the blog link on my site--we're having a really cool contest.Nice "talking" again. :)

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  2. Remember the comic strip Calvin & Hobbes? The dad would give the coolest craziest answers to Calvin's questions. Very imagination stimulating, and it freed me up to do the same thing with my kids. It made dealing with their constant questions so much more fun!

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  3. Callie, is your writing as alive as your comments? You give great chat here, love reading what you have to say. I wish I was that really cool parent you could let their child believe whatever all the time but…I am not. BUT…I am changing. The logical protective side kicks in and I have to instruct them on how life REALLY is and then, I smack myself in the back of the head and say, “Okay kill-joy, play with your children too.”

    Taylor Swift who? I don’t listen to the popy crap…..;)
    We are long loss twinsies, I knew it! Born of different mothers in different years from different places but by god we are twins. Nice “talking” to you too.

    Karen – I do remember that comic. I need to turn my parent dial down a bit. Stop being that ever ominous voice of reason and get ridiculous sometimes.

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  4. Hello! Thanks for dropping by my blog! I remember when my kiddos were little...the perpetual questions. The endless possibilities. Thanks for the reminder to keep my imaginative eye open!

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  5. Such a great post Gwoe!! I love your REAL answer... why not put on springs? I'll meet you up on the moon, you know I let out my fairy wings at night and read my books up there ;)

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  6. Stacy - It was a reminder for myself. You're blog made me hungry for dessert and I have a strict schedule of no sweets except Friday. If I cave tonight I'll blame you. ;)

    DIANA!!! Hello love! So glad I pulled you out of the blog hideout to comment. Your fairy wings, I should have guessed. Yes, the moon is a great place to read, fish or whatever your heart fancies.

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  7. I loved this! I'm guilty of being the imagination destroyer sometimes. And I know the exact movie scenes you just described so perfectly, haha.

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  8. Having a three-year-old grandson I’ve been reminded that there is a fine line between explaining the truth about things and killing off an imagination. I think you made a wise choice.

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  9. Thank you for the reminder to let them imagine. It's funny, I guess we let ourselves drift off into daydreams because we "know" what's real and what's not. BUT...who's to say what's real? ;)

    Thank you for leaving that sweet comment on my blog. I've missed my bloggy friends.

    Winged Writer

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  10. Hope your boy gets better!

    It is way too easy to forget about being a kid. Props for slaying the imagination destroyer!!

    I told my brother a fib about the moon once and even though he's 14 he still asks me about it lol. So be careful about those springs.

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  11. So cool! Thanks for the reminder. There should be winsome wonder left in the world, shouldn't there?

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  12. Betty – Thanks, sometimes I give myself a pat on the back.

    Amy – So glad a fellow mom knows what I am describing. Those scenes are really cute.

    Jane – Fine line indeed. Sometimes truths are necessary evils but in this case, no way.

    Catherine – Hello doll! Yes we know what’s real and what’s not but I want to keep him in the dark a little longer if I can. (I just missed your posts and wanted you to know someone was thinking about you.)

    Olleymae – Yeah, and my brother told me I was adopted and to this day I wonder…

    Cynthia – Yes there has to some winsome wonder or why have hope.

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