Thursday, August 22, 2013

The little knight errant

I wrote, a few day s ago, about Aiden's imagination.  Since then, he's settled into a role: the knight errant. He's bringing together ideas about knights and guardians and protectors from the books, TV, and movies he's seen, and using them to practice all sorts of skills.  His armor is a wooden sword and shield we bought Gavin years ago at the Scottish Games.  His helm is a beat up fedora.  A drawstring bag tied to his pants is his magic pouch, and he rides a hobby horse.  He's rather cute, but it has a practical upshot.

He spent one day defending the Queen (me- I'm so glad someone recognizes that I should be treated like royalty around here) from bad spirits.  This involved alternating bouts of teasing his brother, who was sneaking into my room and attacking us, and  cuddling. I sat on my bed (which being really high off the ground is a bit like a fortress), reading.  It was fun.  Gavin had a blast trying to deceive Aiden and sneak past.  I got a laugh from watching the "battles", which looked a lot like when a cat attacks your hand under the covers. Another day, Aiden came to his queen for a quest.  It turned into a cleaning game.  One quest involved sneaking to the Dark Castle (aka the sofa) to retrieve the magic peanut butter and return it to the pantry in the White Castle (the kitchen).  Then he found bread in the Dark Castle and delivered it to the Feasting Table.  He also took the enchanted clothes from the Cave of Cleaning (the bathroom) and delivered to the magical laundry hamper to keep them from turning into monsters at night.  He vanquished the Drought Monster by watering the enchanted garden, which led to a very wet Queen.

A few years ago, the knight errant in my life had dark hair and called himself Gawain.   He preferred courtly kisses on the hand and tales of magic lands.  That little knight liked to visit his queen for a story or information.  Then he would wander off to visit far away places.  He liked being a helpful visitor rather than a hero.

Its moments like these in which I get a chance to tell them stories they don't know (Sir Gawain and the Green Knight or Yvaine have both been retold), slip in bits of mythology, and sometimes a lesson in morality.  It's a way to get household tasks done, spend time with the kids, and to nourish their souls.

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