You don’t know my sister Amy. She lives in China with her husband and she likes to write. She is incredibly talented and has a mind for crafting words and phrases. She blogs at Letters from the Sky and often posts her creative writing. She’s in a writer’s club and today’s post is a short story in which each letter had to begin with next letter of the alphabet. It will make you smile and maybe think twice about how you respond to children if you are a parent. And maybe it will make you think a bit more about being a better question-asker!
Sarah, the Six-Year-Old with Six-Hundred Questions
A couple years ago, when I was only 6, I went through a phase of asking my mother question after question.
But I was not trying to be annoying and I really did want to know the answer to my question of why stars twinkle.
“‘Cause they just do,” mom would say.
“Do space ships run into stars?
Evan at school told me space ships blow up because of stars.”
Facts were very important to me at that age, and mom never gave it to me straight.
“Go ask your dad,” she said, almost every time!
“How about swallowing gum?
I feel sick because Justine gave me a piece of gum yesterday and I swallowed it and she said it would be in my stomach for 7 years.”
“Justine was only kidding.”
“Kidding!” I yelled.
“Lying is more like it.
Mom, I need answers!”
Never before have I been so desperate.
“Or maybe, mom, I just need to know why stars twinkle!”
“Probably, because you are blinking.”
Question after question, the answers never seemed to fit and I was getting frustrated.
Resting for a moment, mom caught her breath like she was getting ready to say something important, and then she said it.
“Stop… asking… questions!”
That’s when I knew my mom meant business.
Underneath all that yelling, I knew my mom wanted me to ask questions because she wanted to answer me, although she never really did.
Victory struck, though, when I asked one question that made mom leave the room.
“Where do baby’s come from?”
“Xenon; the planet Xenon,” she said quickly and walked away embarrassed.
“Yes, so there is a planet called Xenon,” I yelled to mom from the other room.
Zealous for answers about this new planet, I kept on pressing everyday, but even though I’m 8 now, I still don’t know why the stars twinkle.