The Little Boy Who Made Me a Storyteller
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On September 19, 2026
The Little Boy Who Made Me a Storyteller
I never planned to become someone who would write children’s stories regularly. It happened rather naturally, and perhaps the biggest reason behind it is my little boy.
Every night, there is a familiar expectation waiting for me,“Tell me a story.”
And somehow, one story is never enough. The next day, there has to be another one, and then another. Sometimes I find myself wondering what new adventure I can create, which character I can introduce, or what little lesson I can hide inside a simple story. My little boy has unknowingly become my biggest inspiration to write more.
Perhaps that is why writing children’s stories attracts me so much. It has become a beautiful part of our everyday life.
There is something magical about telling a story to a child. Their eyes light up when they hear about a talking animal, a brave little boy, a mischievous toy or a magical kingdom. Their questions can take the story in completely unexpected directions. And sometimes, their reactions are even more entertaining than the story itself.
When I write or tell stories for my son, I am not simply trying to make him sleep. I am creating a tiny world for him to visit before the day ends.
And in that process, I discover a world of my own.
Children have a wonderful way of looking at life. They don’t always need complicated explanations. A small incident can become a huge adventure. A fallen leaf can become a treasure. A favourite toy can become a best friend. Their imagination doesn’t ask whether something is realistic, it simply asks, “What if?”
I love that question.
Writing for children gives me permission to ask it again.
What if animals could talk? What if a toy had feelings? What if a little bird was afraid to fly? What if a child discovered that kindness could solve a problem? These simple questions can become the beginning of an entire story.
I also enjoy bringing values into my stories, but I don’t want them to sound like moral science lessons. I would rather let children discover the message through the characters and their experiences.
A story about a child who learns to respect a helper can teach dignity. A story about sharing can introduce kindness. A story about making mistakes can help a child understand that mistakes are part of learning. A story about friendship can open conversations about empathy and caring.
For me, that is the beauty of children’s literature—it can teach without sounding like teaching.
My little boy has made me realise how powerful stories can be in a child’s growing years. The stories we tell become part of their imagination, their conversations and sometimes even their understanding of the world.
There are nights when I am tired and have absolutely no idea what story to tell. Yet somehow, a character appears in my mind. Then comes a little adventure, a funny situation, a problem and finally a happy ending.
And I smile because I know that tomorrow, I will probably have to do it all over again!
But I don’t really mind.
Because somewhere between creating stories for my little boy and watching his imagination grow, I have discovered my own love for storytelling.
He may think I am telling him stories to help him fall asleep.
In reality, he is the one who keeps my imagination awake.
Perhaps that is why writing children’s stories feels so special to me. It connects me with my child, with my own childhood, and with the simple belief that stories can make ordinary moments extraordinary.
My little boy may be my audience today, but unknowingly, he has also become my inspiration, my critic, my reason to imagine, and perhaps, the little storyteller who brought out the storyteller in me.
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