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Little Becky loved playing games of make-believe. She loved to go out into the garden and twirl
around like a fairy princess. She would sprinkle flowers with magic dust so they would grow big and strong.
Other days she would jump into her pool and pretend
to be a mermaid. She’d swim deep into the ocean searching for treasure.
On Saturdays, Becky got to steal sheets from Mommy’s
laundry and make tents that she could hide in and play all day. One Saturday, Becky made her tent into a castle and pretended
to be a queen.
Becky didn’t seem to notice Mommy walking by.
She was quite busy with today’s adventure.
“Becky?” Mommy asked, peeking through
the doorway of the castle.
“Yep?” Becky asked, without looking back.
“What are you up to today?” she asked,
looking around inside.
“I am the Royal Queen of Cotton Candy Land and I have so much to do
making cotton candy for the whole world. I‘m just swamped with work,” she said with a big huff and wiped her brow,
only to continue to work.
Mommy giggled. “Well, that certainly is imaginative,”
she said to Becky.
“Mommy, what is imagi- imagi. What’s that word?” she asked Mommy.
“Oh, ‘imaginative.’ It means you
are really good at make-believe,” she said.
“I am?” she asked and turned around to
take a break from work.
“Yep,” Mommy replied.
“Thanks. But you know, it’s hard work
being the queen,” she said, looking tired.
“I’m sure it is, taking care of a whole
castle and everything,” Mommy agreed.
“Now I know how you feel taking care of our
castle, Mommy,” she said, giving Mommy a big hug.
“I see now that I’m not ready to be a
grownup. It’s really tough,” Becky said taking a deep breath. “It’s kinda more fun being a kid, I
think. Would you mind if I was me again for the rest of the afternoon?”
“You know what, dear?” she said, sitting
down next to Becky. “I like when you play make-believe, but I love when you are just being you,” she said, giving
Becky another big hug.
“I’m glad, Mommy, because I could really
use some of your cookies after the day I’ve had.”
~The End~
Illustration
Copyright © 2008 Kim Sponaugle
Text Copyright © 2008 Meredith Myers
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