I know that it is one of the things that makes mothers mad, I know that you always tell us, that we talk to them normally, that we are not so movie makers, that we make them nervous and then what happens happens and what is supposed to happen. Telling them a story is for them to relax, to spend a little time with them, to create a routine and for them to fall asleep later.
However, we do not know. I do not know. When I read stories, I just get them to start laughing, sitting on the bed and making that moment so perfect to say "see you later" a day and "hello" at night to lengthen the day a little more. Come on We parents have that dubious virtue of getting them more nervous when we should be able to relax them.
To illustrate my words nothing better than this vignette of Major and minor, from the Argentine cartoonist Chanti, in which we see how a father takes the witness of the mother, who skillfully kept the attention of the children in the story he was explaining to them, while lying in bed, to start with his own performance, giving to the story of humor, action and laughter just when it seems that there is more to spare.
You are right, mamis
And I confess, you are right, we should not alter them that way at bedtime. If I even suffer when they laugh so much and make so much noise, because they wake up little Guim, but I don't get it done otherwise, my mind sees a story and voices, faces and gestures appear and my interpreter vein swells. And they are delighted, of course.
Then comes the peak when they say: again! And the problems grow exponentially because they are increasingly excited. You tell them the story again and then you go and let them go "come, and now to sleep", that does not strain. How was I going to strain? They lie on the bed, laugh inside, laugh outside, comment on the story between them and come the voices of mom who says "Ok!" whispering and screaming at the same time.
I do not know, maybe we do not give for more, maybe this is in the genes ... you know, that "we are men and we have to transmit strength and energy to our children", perhaps we simply resist being sensitive and calm and we prefer to be more emotional, more intense. Or maybe we think we have more sense of humor and that we take more advantage of life: "Bah, woman, look what laughs have been thrown ... they will fall asleep" The truth is that, whatever the cause, I like being like this and no, I don't think I can change (Although I do not want you to stay with our image of Neanderthal, if necessary, if the thing becomes serious, we also know how to tell the stories with more tact, more sweetness and more somniferous intention, even if it seems boring).
