Though Goldi ‘s words were only jumbled up sounds for a time, there was the language of stories. Stories that whispered secrets her ears longed to hear. Stories already my long time friends, waiting for the right time to touch her memory with richness. Stories that seemed to be written just for her. Just as they were written at the right time for me. Stories that when shared with Goldi, all of that happened and more.
When I needed to joy in the absolutely perfect gift of Goldi, the story was:
When dreams seemed distant, but all that was needed was right at my fingertips, the wishes do come true story was:
When I need to encourage Goldi into the unknown the “can do” story is:
When Goldi needs a taste of home cooked goodness or a little spice in her life, the “Try it you’ll like it.” stories are:
To see the beauty in her awkwardness, and to teach her there’s sameness even in difference, the story is:
The pick me up story during stormy days is:
The story that Goldi fixates on, that I tire of, but I know she found her way in is :
When I wasn’t sure if the world of pretend even existed, the story that light bulbed Goldi into a world of imagination was:
When Goldi needed the perfect pictures to give her a storytelling voice, the story was:
The stories that calmed and lulled her to sleep were:
The story that helped develop an endearing brother and sister relationship, were all about:
I could always count on Eric Carl for teaching and soaking in wonderful things.
When I least expected it, I was surprised when she “shook hands” with these stories and called them “friends”
Someday I will introduce her to Christy and her cute rabbit Cupcake. ( even though it’s in the attic of stories unknown and collecting dust.)
She’ll get more giggles from Ramona. If she were real, she’d probably be Goldi’s best friend.
Maybe a spider named Charlotte will take a piece of her heart.
Someday a little farther away, I will introduce her to another kindred spirit just like her.
These are all in the spectrum of stories that this spectrum girl must know for more wondering, learning, growing, and just plain delighting.
Yet as I story Goldi through life, there’s one above all others told by the Author of all wonders, lessons, and truth. It will take Goldi’s whole life story and eternity for it to be told. For even if I attempted to write them all down, there would not be enough story times. These are the real stories to hold on tight and bring her to the Great Storyteller and find the greatest happy ever after ending of all.