Fairy Tales Belong to All of Us

The tales we tell our children should be ones that sit right with us.
Fairy tales belong to all of us. 

Not only is it our right to make them our own as we pass them onto the next generation, it’s our obligation.

I wouldn’t say I grew up fascinated with fairy tales the way some people are.  I grew up with the basic stories and the Disney-fied versions of them.  But, since becoming a mama, I’ve been very drawn to them.  Mostly -honestly- because many of my parenting books stress their value so much.  There’s also the Einstein quote floating around the Internet, which may or may not be accurate:

“If you want your children to be intelligent, read them fairy tales.  If you want them to be more intelligent, read them more fairy tales.”

I’ve never aspired for the ‘genius’ child or anything like that, but I found this quote intriguing, even if it’s only vaguely related to something Einstein once said.  And so, I made it a quest to make fairy tales a part of our lives.  I read Bruno Bettelheim’s book early on (for my own reading), which has its own set of controversies.  I own several other books about fairy tales, which I’ve skimmed on my own, but never quite read thoroughly.  I tried to push through the uncomfortable, violent bits of well-known fairy tales, holding fast to the idea that these stories were of value to children and that if I just read them in a tone without drama, the kids would see these scenes that adults find gruesome as a symbolic release for unexplainable feelings.

But, it just never sat right with me.  What’s more, the portrayal of women in these stories cannot be disregarded.  Many of the females are portrayed as silent bystanders to the action, awaiting someone else (usually a male, albeit a male without much of his own story) to change their fate.  In at least two well-known tales, the woman is kissed while unconscious, without any consent.  And the women who are powerful in these stories are portrayed as evil, jealous, and heartless.  Meanwhile, on behalf of awesome dads everywhere, I also must mention that dads are given pretty horrible treatment in these tales as well.  They’re usually quivering and spineless in the power of the cruel new wives they’ve chosen and do little to stick up for their children.  So… not exactly the messages I want to send to our kids.

As a parent, I DO understand fairy tales on a much different level than I ever had.   The “Never stray from the path” message that sounded so limiting as a child or even as a young woman who was imagining myself being a super relaxed mom someday…Well, I have actually said, almost verbatim, several times since becoming a mom, “Stay on the path!”  Locking my kids up in a tower to protect them from the harsh realities of the world?  My pre-mama self would shudder at this, but–Yes!!  That sounds fantastic!  (As Nikki says in an episode of Trying – “I know that you were saying wrapping them up in bubble wrap as some sort of criticism, but, Yes, I think that sounds perfect.”)  Kind, soft-spoken mothers passing away after childbirth and being replaced by loud, upset, “scary mommies?”  Yes, sadly, that sounds familiar on some days too.

And I can see how kids might relate to these tales as well.  We might be asking them to pick up a small pile of toys or get their clothes off the floor, and they might see themselves in a ‘Cinderella’-type situation, being asked to do impossible tasks.  And I’m sure kids have felt they’ve been left out of going to parties or events that their parents or siblings attend, just like poor Cinderella.  Before having kids, I thought the phrasing of wanting to ‘gobble’ them up was just bizarre, but I’ve said this more times than I can count.  So, children in these stories hearing that an adult wants to eat them?  Yes, that probably resonates.  Kids feeling like they are being ‘poisoned’ by the food we make for dinner sometimes?  Yup.  I’m sure.  Worlds where magic helps characters out of sticky situations, and good and evil are so very clear–all of this sounds like the makings of great stories for children.

But, the Disney-fied versions of these aren’t something we let the kids watch and the watered-down versions of these tales we come across in ultra-“cuddly” books don’t seem to hold much substance.  So, do I stick by the tales of cutting off feet to fit what a prince wants and a stepmother asking to eat the heart of her stepchild?  hmmmm…

So, I approach these cautiously.  I want my kids to be familiar with these tales that are such a part of our culture, and frankly, feel so familiar to all of us in our beings.  But, I think the written versions of these oral stories must also be taken in the context of the time they were published and who published them.  The Grimm brothers collected versions of these stories from the people in their social circles in the early 1800s.  They originally did not collect these as stories for children and later edited them to make them more ‘kid-appropriate.’  Some edits, as Marina Warner points out, changed the way the female was represented.  In an early version of Rapunzel, for example, Mother Gothel finds out about the girl’s visits with the prince when Rapunzel is confused by her growing (pregnant) belly, implying she’s had relations with him.  Instead of a lesson in the importance of sex education for youth though, the Grimm Brothers found this inappropriate, and had the witch find out about the prince when Rapunzel rather idiotically asks her why she’s so much heavier than him to pull up the tower.  This makes Rapunzel seem rather daft instead of someone who never received a lesson in sex ed.

Hans Christian Andersen’s tales must also be put in the context of the time and his life.  While I’m not as familiar with his tales, the big one that sticks out is Little Mermaid where the mermaid gives up her voice to live on land and be with the prince.  As usual, the Disney version wasn’t faithful to the original where the mermaid was seeking immortality more than the love of a prince, but still.  This tale was written in Andersen’s life when the man (who many guessed) he loved, was marrying a woman.  I can see how he might have wished to live in a different world to be with the one he loved, only to watch his love marry another (which ultimately happens in the original fairy tale).  Unfortunately, Disney versions are so engrained in many modern minds, it’s hard to disentangle these from the classic fairy tales and what they meant in the context of their time.

My newest quest is finding other spins on fairy tales.  I’ve been a fan of a few of these for awhile, but I’m ready to expand my repertoire. This allows me to introduce the basics of these fairy tales to my kids the way the public at large knows them (sort of *see above), but also to show them that fairy tales are evolving stories.  We don’t have to stick to the Grimm Brothers’ versions of these tales or Disney’s.  Who’s to say that the beautiful renditions of these stories by current authors can’t be the tales we pass down?  Fairy tales were meant to be stories that change with the times and the audience and the situation.  For so long I was stuck on being faithful to the “original” fairy tales, when I failed to see that being true to fairy tales IS to let them live and breathe and change.  The tales we tell our children should be ones that sit right with us.  (We aren’t talking fables here, that hit us over the head with a lesson (which I really don’t mind in their own genre), but tales that let us explore emotions and feelings in a safe place.).  Fairy tales belong to all of us.  Not only is it our right to make them our own as we pass them onto the next generation, it’s our obligation.

 

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Mysteries for Kids

As I mentioned in this post, our daughter has been all about mysteries lately.  As a kid I used to love reading mystery books.  I read Agatha Christie novels when I was probably far younger than I’d want my kids to do so.  I enjoyed any and all mysteries.  But in recent years, I just can’t do the murder mysteries.  At all.  Perhaps it’s being older and having heard real-life tragic stories.  I just can’t bear to read or watch a story about anything scary or gruesome.  But that doesn’t mean I have to write off mysteries completely.  I love that my daughter has helped me re-connect with this genre.  I’ve been searching for detective activities and kid-friendly mysteries, and here’s my collection so far:

–This is a great collection of  Observation Ideas.  I thought our 8-year old would be really into the activity of observing a scene and noting the changes, but it was actually our 3-year old who took this activity and ran with it.


–I am pretty particular about what our kids are allowed to watch, but The Inbestigators on Netflix has my Stamp of Approval.  Four cute/sweet kids solving mysteries around their town and school (Well, mostly just one of them solving) and culprits who show remorse.  Interesting cases and the whole family can enjoy.


The Mysterious Benedict Society  by Trenton Lee Stewart
Our daughter first read this two summers ago, and we’ve re-read this together too many times to count.  It’s been a favorite of mine for many years, so I was super excited to see how much she loves it.  (There are at least four other books in the series!)


Mysteries According to Humphrey by Betty Birney
(Oddly, of all the other mystery references we’ve seen, this was the one that triggered our daughter’s fascination with mysteries.  Gotta love Humphrey.)  I haven’t read this one, but the kids seem to love it.


Stories to Solve – Folktales from Around the World
These are some of my FAVORITE kinds of puzzles/mysteries/brainteasers.  They’re short and clever and timeless.  (I do censor some of these or tweak them, depending on the story.). We also checked out Still More Stories to Solve from our library, so I’m assuming there are at least three of these.


–The Mystery of King Karfu by Doug Cushman
Detective Seymour Sleuth and his assistant, Muggs, must make their way to Egypt to solve the case of the missing Stone Chicken!
This light-hearted mystery has lots of interesting and funny details in the illustrations and story.  I love that it involves the reader in looking at clues and decoding puzzles to help crack the case.  (Check your library or local used bookstore first, but here’s a YouTube reading someone did)


Sophie Mouse:The Great Big Paw Print by Poppy Green
Our kids love the Sophie Mouse books, and I do too!  In this one, Sophie and her friends work together to find out the cause of some curious mysteries around Pine Needle Grove.

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April Fools

I used to seriously dread April Fools’ Day, especially when I was a teacher.  I really don’t like when people just tell fibs on this day and call it an April Fools’ joke. I also really dislike pranks that are mean or a huge mess or environmentally-wasteful.  I do, however, appreciate punny/silly jokes like these:

–Google lets you put a 3D animal into a scene on your phone or for pictures.  The kids thoughts these were great fun last year.

–I cut up a bunch of “E”s from brown paper and told the kids I was bringing out a tray of “Brown E”s.  (Be sure to have the real thing after the joke. =)

–This year, the kids loved giving their Dada a mysterious packet labeled “bagel seeds” that instructed him to leave them in a tray by a window sill.  “No watering or soil necessary!” they wrote.  “Bagels will grow in 2 hours!”  The seeds were Cascadian Os cereal, and when Dada left the room, we quickly switched these out with hidden bagels I had purchased ahead of time.

(This one could also work with “doughnut seeds.”)

–I also love the good ol’ dessert dirt in a pot.  I make the cookie part only from these homemade Oreos, with a lot less bother on presentation, of course.  Then we blend them into crumbs and mix with homemade vanilla pudding.  Yum!  Gummy worms are fun too, but we couldn’t find any this year.

Instead, our daughter decided to include an instruction tag that said we could tell if the soil was still “good” by tasting it.

 

And here are some April Fools’ jokes I haven’t tried, but sounded cute:

–Switching your kids into one another’s beds, if they’re heavy sleepers.

–Writing “April Fools!” on the toilet paper that they will unwind.

–Stick googly eyes on fruit or lunchbox foods.

–Switch out morning cereal in box with another kind or with popcorn or Legos, etc.

 

Even our 3-year old got into making up his own pranks this year.  He insisted on hanging some long strands of yarn on the wall for Dada to see.  Then he instructed Dad to leave the room while he cut the strings to be very short.  Sneaky little guy.  ha

Anyway, I’m glad that now as a parent I’ve found an appreciation for this first day of April.  The kids get so excited to play these good-natured pranks.  Instead of seeing it as I used to, a day of feeling gullible or hearing about mean pranks, I see it as a day to be goofy and have fun.  That kind of foolishness for a day sounds pretty good to me.

An Unexpected Mini-Break on the Front Step

I went to go get the mail yesterday.  And, I don’t know if it was the excitement of sneaking out of the house without kids following me or perhaps just pure clumsiness, but I fell.  We have one step on our front stoop.  One.  And I completely missed said-step and fell.  The decorative rocks of the path scraped up my knees and the palms of my hands.  I was bleeding and sobbing.  (I never think of myself as someone who stores emotions, and, if you know me, you’d wonder how I have any left.  But every time I get hurt, a huge rush of emotions come pouring out along with the hurt and surprise of it all.)

ANYway.  So, I’m sitting on the ground outside, crying because I’m hurt.  Crying because none of our neighbors are out and we don’t know any of them and none of them would even care if I was hurt anyway.  – You get the picture.  I’m feeling awfully sorry for myself.  But even as my tears are streaming down and blood is dripping onto my clothes, I’m simultaneously thinking:

Ahhhh, this is such a lovely little break.  I’m outside.  Nobody knows I’m here.  Nobody is asking me anything.  It’s completely quiet (except for my own sobs, of course).

So, I quieted down and stayed a little longer.  I got as comfortable as I could, given my injuries, and sat and enjoyed the peace and the breeze and the break.  What an unexpected, wonderful gift of time.  Almost, dare I say, like a mini-vacation.

These are the stories that need to be told in high school sex-ed programs, because moments like these – well, that’s parenting.  (Or, rather, what a break from parenting looks like.)

 

(*My husband was inside with the kids, so I wasn’t being completely irresponsible by taking so much time for myself.  Maybe next time I fall, we could get a babysitter and have ourselves a date!)

Embracing Clutter

There are thousands of books and articles about de-cluttering.  Yes, I know it’s better for our mental health and energy levels to live in a clutter-free environment.  I know not everyone is on board with this “clutter-free” idea, but I happen to fully agree.  It’s just…

It’s not in my natural instinct, for one.  Which, granted, is no excuse.  But I also realize that, especially as a parent, I’m constantly faced with choices.  And as nice as a clutter-free, tidy home might sound, it just never ranks as a top priority for me.  So, I can either stress and fight against the chaos that is our home, or I can step over the clutter on the floor and live my life.  And, lately, I’m really trying for the latter.

I don’t like my kids sitting in front of a TV.  I borderline loathe it.  I’ve turned to it more this past year than I would care to admit to myself.  But when it comes to daily routine, I can either plop them in front of a screen while I tidy or spend that time letting them play (and, let’s face it, make more mess).  Yes, I know the ever-present idea that they should be involved in the clean-up.  I agree…to a point.  I once went with my daughter to a playdate when we were new to an area, and the mom spent the. entire. time. on the kids’ cases to clean up.  She followed each of their activities madly putting things away, instead of just letting them enjoy their time and letting us sit and get to know each other.  We easily could have cleaned up before leaving.  It was stressful and awkward, and it made me really happy for our messy home.

I believe kids’ jobs are to play.  I think many adults cling to an idea that if their three-year old doesn’t clean up his every mess that he will become some irresponsible, slob of an adult.  My kids do help to an extent, but they’re kids.  Not mini adults.  And frankly, if I don’t want to be tidying, why spend my time nagging my kids to do so?  My kids are also highly creative.  With homeschool and, apparently, parents who don’t need a Pinterest-perfect home, it’s game-on for creative projects.  There are always bits of paper everywhere and elaborate constructions of toys.  There are usually pillows and blankets dragged out for forts or boats or whatever make-believe play has struck their fancy.

At nighttime, I’d rather snuggle them to sleep with stories than close the door and participate in the cruel and antiquated “cry it out” mentality, regardless of their ages.  I remember how frightening nighttime could be for me, even as an older kiddo.  I want our kids to feel safe and comforted.  To me, this is part of the job.  Sure, it sucks sometimes, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.  So, instead of doing a quick evening tidy, I’m in our family bed cuddling and telling stories.  Again, tidying takes a backseat.

And then there’s me.  I’d much rather spend my “free” time (Ha!) sewing or creating something (or typing this) than tidying up.  It’s just not high on my priority scale.  The result sounds nice, but… Nah.  And maybe this makes me lazy or a procrastinator.  But, honestly, the stuff will eventually get picked up.  It’s not like the kids will be teens and we’ll be stepping over these same piles of stuff that are here now.  (No, we’ll have new piles of stuff by then, of course!)

I also have this environmental weakness for always wanting to find a creative re-use for an item.  This is something that is never covered in de-cluttering manuals–The Obsessive Environmentalist.  So, at any given time, our cupboards have old toothpaste caps and outgrown baby socks and empty floss containers and old vitamin bottles, and a huge array of other miscellany.  (Please tell me I’m not the only one who does this!)

And, oh, the kids’ artwork!   When we had to evacuate last year for a fire, this was the top thing on my mind.  And even though I’ve tried to take photos of their creations, and I realize it’s about the process mainly at this stage, I still value these far too much to just recycle them.  And my kids create a LOT of art.  And a lot of awkwardly-shaped art.  It’s part of what comes from the flexible days of homeschool and the lack of directed projects.  I have buckets and places for these, but that doesn’t stop them from creeping all over the house.  Ah, well.  Another winner over the tidy house.

Obviously this is something I could rattle on about for awhile–mainly, I’m sure, in an attempt to convince myself it’s OK to be living in a messy house.  But with so many picture-perfect homes out there covering the Internet, it’s important for us chaotic, messy homes to stick together and realize a clutter-free life ain’t everything.  If a cluttered desk is a cluttered mind, then what the heck is an empty one?*

 

*Arguably, many Zen-type followers may be hoping for a clear and “empty” mind, and I applaud that.  But, at this stage of life, I’ll take my lot of ideas and thoughts, Thank you.