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Notes for the Tomten

When we were at the Waldorf School of Atlanta last Spring, we picked up a couple postcards with images from The Tomten and The Tomten and the Fox on them.  Really, Mike wanted them and I couldn't disagree.  The story is simple and capitvating and the imagery is so strong.  I remember reading it to Willow for the first time and feeling the cold Winter air and the eery stillness of night.  The thought of someone tripping around in the night was a little creepy to me, but Willow took to it right away.  She loved the story and Roan has, too.  They really believe in the Tomten and ask all sorts of questions about him.  He leaves them simple gifts now and then.

Notes for the TomtenWe've taken to leaving a bowl of porridge out for him in the past few months.  It's baby oatmeal, as I've mentioned before, because it's so very instant and our babies don't really eat it.  Roan discovered a tiny bowl and cup that I have and insisted we use it for the Tomten.  Last night's porridge went untouched (because I forgot), so I suggested we leave a note telling the Tomten that the bowl and cup were for him to use.  Roan took up this task with a kind of focus I have never seen him have before.  He wrote things that looked like tiny, real letters on a scrap of paper.  And he drew a Tomten, as you can see here, and pretended with him, directing him to his tiny dishes.

Roan has been wearing little keys on his pants lately, like the pictures in The Tomten and the Fox.  He says he wants to be a Tomten when he grows up, but the excitement has been too much for him lately.  Yesterday, he dressed in a sweater and coat, hat and mittens, and boots to go out and join the Tomten in his home under a hemlock tree.  He kissed us goodbye a little sadly and went out and crawled around under the tree trying to find the Tomten's home.  Bless that boy's heart.  He had no luck--no one has ever seen the Tomten, after all--and came back to rejoin his family.

Last night, he tried to go to bed early so he could wake up and help the Tomten check things in the night.  He wanted me to make him porridge to eat then, too.  He really did wake up and come and ask me for porridge, but I declined.  Baby oatmeal isn't that good, and our dear boy needs his sleep.  He was disappointed, of course, but Mike helped get him back to sleep.  I suppose I'll have to make some this morning when he wakes up.  I wonder if he'll settle for cream of wheat.

You can find thoughts on childhood magic that are quite similar to mine here.


( 4 trees — Plant a Forest )
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Feb. 13th, 2015 08:45 pm (UTC)
He is the Swedish gnome, yes. He is an active fellow all year long here. He even went on vacation to the beach and sent back a postcard. They do spot his prints in the snow when we have it.

That leprechaun sounds fun and naughty!
Ginger Schneider
Feb. 15th, 2015 01:33 am (UTC)
That is just the cutest thing!! Poor Roan. :)
Feb. 16th, 2015 11:40 am (UTC)
Bless his heart. ;-)
( 4 trees — Plant a Forest )

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It was just like being in heaven, being in there. In those days there was no road. The park was all a blessed wilderness. I have often thought what a wonderful people we would have been if we had wanted to keep it that way.

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