mum and i were talking today, about how as a kid, i was very vocal about my affections, constantly hugging and cuddling adults i liked and always clinging on to her and dad. and then she reflected how i as i grew up, i am now, almost completely unaffectionate to the boyfriends, at least in front of them. (duh, right.)
but it set me thinking, cos the pea has raised this similar issue, especially because he thinks i am a completely anti-social bedfellow where once i fall asleep i scoot off to the corner of the bed and refuse all cuddles. (then he goes on to say how i assault him at night by kicking him– i guess my hufflepuff and cherie and ann can attest to as well)
so here, in this post, i thought i’d share some wonderful things about the pea.
did you know, the pea, despite our time difference (his am is my pm), if he’s not in school, would take time to talk to me until i fall asleep? and those of you who know my perpetual battle with being unable to sleep, would know this could be hours. most of the times, he comes up with stories (i choose the title, he spins the tales) or reads me stories he finds online.
usually its about “ben ben (as in stupid, in chinese) the panda” or “pixie the dancing dog”– just foolish stories with an expandable story line usually about quests for the “magical golden bamboo”. the stories usually feature a myraid of characters with stupid names, or bronco.
recently he’s been starting off stories with this little rhyme.
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod (Dutch Lullaby)
by Eugene Field (1850-1895)
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe—
Sailed on a river of crystal light,
Into a sea of dew.
“Where are you going, and what do you wish?”
The old moon asked the three.
“We have come to fish for the herring fish
That live in this beautiful sea;
Nets of silver and gold have we!”
The old moon laughed and sang a song,
As they rocked in the wooden shoe,
And the wind that sped them all night long
Ruffled the waves of dew.
The little stars were the herring fish
That lived in that beautiful sea—
“Now cast your nets wherever you wish—
Never afeard are we”;
So cried the stars to the fishermen three:
All night long their nets they threw
To the stars in the twinkling foam—
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,
Bringing the fishermen home;
‘T was all so pretty a sail it seemed
As if it could not be,
And some folks thought ‘t was a dream they ‘d dreamed
Of sailing that beautiful sea—
But I shall name you the fishermen three:
Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
And Nod is a little head,
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
Is a wee one’s trundle-bed.
So shut your eyes while mother sings
Of wonderful sights that be,
And you shall see the beautiful things
As you rock in the misty sea,
Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three: