Hello, friends! How are you today? Have you had something yummy to eat or a fun book to read? Get comfy because we’re about to dive into a wonderful story together. Today’s book is called “My Strange Shrinking Parents” by Zeno’s Order. Let’s begin!
Every kid thinks their parents are a bit strange, right? Well, my parents were different in a special way. Before I was born, they came from faraway places with old shoes and empty pockets. They always tried their best to keep me safe and happy. My dad would carve amazing toys from cedar branches, and my mom would sing sweet songs to help me sleep.
Here’s a secret that everyone knows deep down: Love is like a circle, going round and round. My love for you grows bigger and bigger, even if our lives are simple. Inside, we are giants!
Every morning, my parents went to work in the city. They worked hard to give me everything I needed. For my third birthday, they wanted to get me a beautiful cake. They asked the baker if they could trade something for it. “Five centimeters should do it,” said the baker. “Five centimeters of what?” my parents asked. “Your height, of course,” replied the baker.
As I grew older and went to school, the principal asked for eight centimeters of height each year. There were also uniforms, shoes, and books to get. As I grew taller, my parents became shorter. But there were fun things about having short parents! We could run races, and sometimes I let them win. We all fit perfectly in our small bed and shared clothes. Plus, there was more room for dancing in the kitchen!
Even though my parents kept shrinking, they worked harder and harder. “This is how our lives are now,” they would say. But as I grew older, other kids started teasing me. It made me sad, and I wished my parents were like everyone else’s. I asked them to stop shrinking. My mom’s chin trembled as she said, “We might look different, but our hearts are just as big, and our love is just as strong.”
My parents kept giving, even as the world seemed to get smaller. When I finished school, I got my first job. I was growing up, and by the time I had my own family, my parents were as tiny as teacups. They didn’t need to give anymore because I had learned from them to be proud of who I am.
I built a new house for them, filled with furniture made from cedar branches. On quiet afternoons, they would sit outside and watch the sunset. I would sing to them, “Love is a circle; round and round it goes, and my love for you grows beneath this proud skin. Though our lives may be humble, we are giants within.”
Wasn’t that a beautiful story? If you want your own copy of this book, you can find it in the links below. Don’t forget to like and subscribe for more stories. See you soon!
Let’s read another fun book called “Book for Twins or Any Two Peas in a Pod” by Kenny Lee and Kai Hua Chang.
This story is about two special people, Twin A and Twin B. They share the same birthday but were born minutes apart. They have the same last name, but their first names are Zoe and Jordan. They might look alike, but they have their own unique ways. They sleep in the same room but have their own beds. They both love teddy bears, but not the same size. They sometimes fight over toys, but they also share. They wear matching outfits, but not every day. They know the same kids but play with their own friends. They both love treats, but they have different favorites.
Even though they are twins, they are still their own special selves!
Isn’t that a cute story? Do you know any twins, or are you a twin yourself? Twins are special, but remember, we are all unique in our own ways.
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Height and Growth Experiment: Let’s explore the idea of growing and shrinking! With the help of an adult, measure your height using a measuring tape. Mark your height on a wall or a piece of paper. Now, imagine if you could trade some of your height for something special. What would you trade it for? Draw a picture of what you would get in exchange for a few centimeters of your height. Discuss with your friends or family why you chose that item.
Love is a Circle Craft: Create a “Love Circle” to understand how love can grow and go round and round. Cut out a large circle from a piece of paper. Decorate it with drawings or stickers that represent the people and things you love. Write or draw how you show love to others and how they show love to you. Hang your “Love Circle” somewhere special to remind you of the love that surrounds you.
Observation Walk: Go on a walk with a family member or friend and observe the different sizes of things around you. Notice the tall trees, the small flowers, and the different sizes of animals you might see. Discuss how each size is important and special in its own way. Think about how, just like in the story, being different sizes can be fun and unique.
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Welcome back to the Story Time Family! How are you today? Have you had something to eat or something to read? Are you ready to sit down and read this book with us? It’s called “My Strange Shrinking Parents” by Zeno’s Order. Let’s get started!
“My Strange Shrinking Parents”
It goes without saying that all children believe their parents to be strange. Mine were unusual for a different reason than most. Before I was born, my parents had come from far-off lands. They had old shoes and empty pockets. Like all good parents, they did their best to hold me safely above the daily troubles they faced. My father carved me beautiful toys from cedar branches, and my mother would quietly sing me to sleep.
Can I tell you a secret that every heart knows? Love is a circle; round and round it goes, and my love for you grows beneath this proud skin. Though our lives may be humble, we are giants within.
Every morning, my parents would go to work in the city. They struggled to get by, but they tried to give me the same as the other children. For my third birthday, my parents went to see the baker. “I would like to buy a beautiful birthday cake, but we can’t afford your price. Is there something we can trade with you?” my parents asked. “Five centimeters should do it,” said the baker. “Five centimeters of what?” they asked. “Your height, of course,” replied the baker.
A few years later, when I was old enough for school, the principal kindly requested only eight centimeters for each year of schooling. Then there were the uniforms, shoes, and books. As the years passed, I grew taller while my parents shrank further and further. Of course, there were good things about having short parents; running races were much more fun, and sometimes I even let them win. We all comfortably fit in our small bed and could share the same clothes. Most importantly, there was more room for dancing in the kitchen.
My parents continued to shrink, even though their work became harder. “This is the shape of our lives now,” they told each other. But as I grew older, the other children began calling me names. Their words made my chest ache. I didn’t want us to be different. I was as sure as a boy could be that this was all my parents’ fault. I pleaded with them to stop shrinking and to be just like all the other parents. I could feel my mother’s chin tremble as she told me, “Those children think we’re different, but we’re not. Our hearts are just as big, and our love is just as good.”
My parents continued to give, but the world became smaller, and I couldn’t stop it from happening. I began my first job as soon as I finished my studies. I was a young man who was beginning to grow into myself. By the time I started a family of my own, my parents were as tall as a teacup. Now there was no need for them to give anymore. I had learned from their example to wear my differences with my back straight and my head high. Their belief in me had grown into my courage.
I built a new house for them that didn’t creak or groan. Over time, I filled that house with furniture carved from cedar branches. On peaceful afternoons, when the wind settled and the trees stood still, they would venture outside. As they watched the sunset beyond our small garden, I would quietly sing, “Can I tell you a secret that every heart knows? Love is a circle; round and round it goes, and my love for you grows beneath this proud skin. Though our lives may be humble, we are giants within.”
And that was my strange shrinking parents. There was a very poetic and beautiful story, don’t you think? If you’d like to own a copy of this beautiful book, the links to purchase it are in our description below.
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Now, let’s move on to the next book.
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“Book for Twins or Any Two Peas in a Pod” by Kenny Lee and Kai Hua Chang.
Let’s get started!
Two unique souls united by birth: Twin A and Twin B. We share the same birthday, but we were born minutes apart. We have the same last name, but our first names are distinct: Zoe and Jordan. We might look alike, but not in every way. We sleep in the same room, but we have our own beds. We both adore teddy bears, but one size doesn’t fit all. We fight over the same toys, so we share now and then. We wear magic outfits, but not every day. We could get mistaken for one another, but that can be fun. We know the same kids, but we play with our own friends. We both love a good treat, while we have different tastes.
We’ll always be twins, but we still get to be you and me.
That was so cute, don’t you think? Do you know any twins, or maybe are you part of twins, triplets, or quadruplets? Twins are special, but we’re all unique in our own ways too.
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