By Emily F. Popek
“Tell me the story of our trip again, Mama.”
My 5-year-old daughter is in bed and I am sitting next to her with my hand resting on her back.
In one week, we are leaving for Mexico. She has been on an airplane before but never to another country.
She is nervous.
“Tell me the story again.”
Since she has been able to talk, she has asked me to tell her stories. Stories are the coin of her realm; stories order her world and give her something to hang on to.
I know this because I do the same thing. I tell myself stories just as I tell these stories to her. Continue Reading…