One afternoon, I returned from the bookstore with a hardbound edition of Misty of Chincoteague, Marguerite Henry’s timeless tale of two children enamored with a wild pony. I inscribed it for my 6-year-old, just as my mother had done for me. We snuggled in bed to read, but three pages in, she began inquiring if folks ever used noodles to floss their teeth. I told her to hang tight since the story was about to pick up, and we would soon meet Misty’s mother, Phantom. And, please, tell me you didn’t just smear one of your boogers on the back of Misty of Chincoteague?
Night after night, the enchantment of Misty eluded her—unless you count the book’s ability to send her to sleep. It became clear that my daughter wasn’t going to be inspired to collect toy horses or pretend to ride Misty around the backyard. She certainly wasn’t going to explain how Misty of Chincoteague mysteriously vanished to the bottom of her laundry basket before we even finished the rather dull narrative.
My husband faced a similar disappointment with the original Muppets movie, which our daughter found dull and unappealing. We worried that her disinterest indicated a lack of warmth in her heart. There were minor letdowns—how could a child dislike Nerds candy?—and major ones. “Don’t you want to see if E.T. makes it back home?” Nope.
In these frustrating moments, it’s tempting to blame her friends or the excessive Jessie episodes she watched on Nick Jr. Kids today and their poor tastes! Then comes the denial phase, where you convince yourself that perhaps Misty or The Muppets were just too advanced for her at 5, but surely she’d appreciate them by 6. This is often followed by bargaining—ice cream offered in exchange for a more open mind. Eventually, you reach a level of acceptance that you, the parent, may be a bit too needy. Yet, there’s something inherently daunting about recommending your cherished childhood favorites to someone you adore; if they dismiss them, it feels like a personal affront or betrayal. It’s a completely human reaction, albeit an unfair one.
Yet, you persist because there’s only one television in the house, and sometimes, you can’t endure another second of SpongeBob. Recently, I brought home the 1988 classic Big from the video store. I aimed to remain calm, not overselling it, even as my daughter remained expressionless during the silly string scene with Tom Hanks.
As we settled on our blanket in the living room, watching this perfect film about the joys and challenges of growing up, I recognized what I truly hoped for when introducing my daughter to my own childhood favorites. I want her to cherish these formative years, to resist the urge to rush through life, and to embrace new stories and ideas with genuine enthusiasm. There’s a unique perspective that comes with youth—an uncomplicated appreciation.
When my daughter turned to me at the end of the film, after Tom Hanks’s character realized he didn’t want to give up his childhood, she exclaimed, “That was the best movie ever!” I played it cool, responding, “You think so?” with a smile. “I love it too.”
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Summary
This narrative captures a parent’s experience of sharing beloved childhood stories with their child, highlighting the challenges and joys that come with it. Ultimately, it emphasizes the importance of cherishing these moments and maintaining an open heart, while also exploring themes of nostalgia and acceptance in parenting.
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Sharing beloved childhood stories with kids
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