Sunday, October 9, 2011

Grayquill Musings Chapter One


I have Only so Many Stories

 
Often my children chide me for retelling my stories. I always have the same response. And frankly, it is a pretty good one. “Now kids, a man has only so many stories. Some are worth only telling once, but there are those others that are worth telling over and over, so just be quiet and listen.”
My kids were shaking their heads as I retold them the story of how their mother put the hustle on me before we were even dating. They rolled their eyes – there dad goes again. Does he not remember telling us this story a million times before?
“You see, I was a catch. I mean, it has to be true, or why would she put the moves on me? That is just plain logic.” My son blurted out, “Dad! We know the story, and we are not going to believe it this time either. There is no way MOM put any moves on YOU. Look at mom, and look at you--does that make any sense at all?”
My oldest daughter pipes in, “Yeah dad, you just said be logical. Oh my goodness! And, besides mom would never do that.” Perception is reality.
Do you remember the days when your kids believed you? When they ran to meet you at the door, screaming “daddy, daddy” hugging your neck? You could tell them anything, and they would believe it. Oh yes, those were the days.
Continuing on with my story, “Excuse me? You just ask your mother. She will agree with me completely. So, do you mind if I continue?” She shook her head like I was crazy and began laughing. My son had put his head down ignoring me and began to work on his grilled cheese sandwich. My oldest daughter and son often think alike. But my sweet, wonderful youngest daughter was smiling…But her smile was different, kind of dreamy like. “Dad, tell the story! I love it!” See how sweet she is?
If truth be told, I believe all my children love hearing this story. What child does not want to hear the love story of their parents? Of course they do!
Well, I bet you are all dying to hear this story too. But the key word in “short stories” is “short.” So I just don’t have the space this time. Maybe next time; stay tuned.

11 comments:

Sylvia K said...

A fun and lovely post as always, Grayquill! Fortunately, your stories are lovelier than mine, but then I don't tell mine either! Hope all is well with you, things are good in this part of Seattle. Have a great week!

Sylvla

Shrinky said...

You are such a tease, GQ! Ah yes, and I hear exactly what you say about the days when our young children hung on our every word - it tends to change some one they become teenagers!

Moannie said...

This was nice...and true, but I find that there comes a time when all those stories have to be written down and they [the kids] are glad of it, as they sense their own and our mortality.

Arkansas Patti said...

Hay, I havent' heard it! Now I am feeling all let down. This was just a tease wasn't it? It is not nice to tease old ladies. A cranky old lady is a scary thing.
I will be waiting for the story.

Wanda..... said...

You should tell us your perception of that period in time....and then your wife should tell us hers! :)

Anita Jeyan Sandeep said...

haha we readers too are waiting to read this love story...just like your sweet kids!

Linda said...

GQ, you rascal. You'd better keep your "promise" and post that story soon.

Hilary said...

I'll look forward to reading all about it when I return from the cottage in about a week.

It's true that we can tell kids anything. You'll have to ask Frank what he told his kids about colour vs. black and white. ;)

Grayquill said...

Sylvia: Well I would like to hear your stories.

Shrinky: Yeah…that teenager stage – they called me quirky…what’s with
that?

Moannie: I knew there was a secret. That makes a lot of sense.

Arkansas Patti: You’ve heard it - Some stories are just not recognizable

Wanda: You heard mine – were not letting her talk.

Anita: What sweet kids – they all grew up. Now I am just a proud dad.

Linda: The story is hidden in my blog – I wonder if you would recognize it if you read it. Hmmm….

Hilary: I hope you’re having a great time.

Dianne said...

you make me smile

I loved your comment on my wedding outfit post, I could almost feel you blushing or laughing at me
or both

as for closing my business - I can't do the hours required or the trave and physical work anymore since my ankle cracked and my back went out and decided not to come back in
oy! :)

Hope sends hugs

Holly Kay said...

Ok, we're waiting on that story. :)