Monday, June 13, 2011

Desire

I was unable to keep my eyes open any longer last night so I finished the last ten pages of That Hideous Strength this morning before getting up. What a delicious book. I can't believe I waited to read the final book in the trilogy 6 years after the first two.

The book awakened in my soul a longing for Heaven. The dreams of childhood fantasy. A wild desire for my own child to read, love, and appreciate the stories which open another world of thought, living, adventure and understanding. A world where good and evil are clearly seen and dealt with. A world of betrayal and courage. A world which appeals to our innate sense of kindness, duty and chivalry. But most importantly, stories which direct, cultivate and prepare us for life everlasting.

I will never forget the impact At the Back of the North Wind (by George MacDonald), The Chronicles of Narnia (C.S. Lewis), Lilith (MacDonald), Adventures is Wonderland (Lewis Carroll), The Phantom Tollbooth (Norton Juster), The Princess and the Goblin (MacDonald), A Christmas Carol (Dickens), Just So Stories (Kipling), The Secret Garden (Frances Hodgson-Burnett), The Hobbit (Tolkien), Egyptian and Greek myth and others had on me.

Children think in images and as a parent we can supply what those images will be - whether it's the world of television and computer games or books and games which inspire the imagination to cleave to and grow. Not that any film or television will immediately doom your child to a murky swamp and insipid lack of creativity, but alone, I don't believe it can have the same or as good an effect as hearing stories from their parents or reading themselves.

Though I blush to think of them now, I filled much of my childhood by attempting to write my own stories filled with secret vaults and doors, good people and bad people, just and unjust. Often I had a little brother or sister as audience with the promise that they would take their nap if I told them one more story.

In the meantime, I desire never to grow too old for these stories myself and to fill my bookshelf at toddler level with all of them.

2 comments:

Jade & Gingerella said...

I remember very distinctly the moment that I realized that I could read the books which my parents had made available to me and my siblings on a bookshelf in my room. I was alone in my bedroom, sitting on the floor. I picked up a book and opened it and UNDERSTOOD. It was a combination of surprise, awe, and excitement. I don't foresee myself ever preferring an electronic book reader to the real thing. For similar reasons, Ginger and I are maintaining a mini-library of sorts (including some German books, in hopes that the kids will actually be able to (and want to!) read them). Skimming your list of favorites, I must confess that I've only read a few, and only heard of a few more. It seems that you may've had a broader education than I :o)

On another note: don't be surprised when your little one proves to be exactly as much as you and John can handle! Ginger and I made it through only due to the grace of God and the service of friends and family. But, the blessings of being a parent far outweigh the sacrifices (just like so much else which is worthwhile!)

Z said...

Once again, I re-realize the value of something such as a "Like" button:
When you really don't have words to respond to what you've just read, all you can do is say "Like!"