Showing posts with label metaphors. Show all posts
Showing posts with label metaphors. Show all posts

Thursday, July 31, 2008

METAPHORICALLY SPEAKING

Chris and I frequently refer to Aleita as "Thunderhoof" because of the sound she makes as she comes barreling through the house full-bore. One day last week, Aleita ran full throttle into the kitchen and bumped into the table which in turn, knocked off a pile of library books and rattled a glass in the process. I said to her, "Slow down! You are like a bull in the china shop!" She gave me a funny look, but turned around and walked about ten steps away from the kitchen before resuming top speed as she bounded up the stairs.

This morning, little Thunderhoof came barreling into the bathroom, crashing into the step stool and making a terrible racket before she herself fell down on the floor. "Aleita!" I said, "slow down!" She said, "Mommy - am I like a bowl in the china cabinet?" It puzzled me for a second and I had her repeat it until I figured out that she actually had twisted her metaphor just a bit....becoming a bowl in the china cabinet rather than the bull in the china shop.


Wednesday, January 9, 2008

THE RING OF FIRE

Seven year olds are literalists. At their tender young age, things like metaphors, similes, and symbolism escape them. This fact often makes it difficult to listen to the radio when Maggie is around. Maggie has reached an age where she listens intently to songs and wants a very specific breakdown of what each song means. She often asks, “is that real? did that really happen?” She demands an explanation for songs from everything from wayward lovers to newfound love.

A few days ago on the way home from school, Johnny Cash’s “Ring of Fire” came on the radio. After a few moments of intent listening, she asked how that man singing got ringed by the fire, and wondered how badly he got burned. I tried my best to explain to a seven year old that this song is actually about two people who fell in love with each other but were married to other people at the time and wanted to be together but couldn’t. She listened quietly to my explanation, and then thought about what I said for a moment as she continued to listen to the song. Then she asked, “Did his wife get mad because he liked someone else and she set his ring on fire?” I sighed, and said, “yes, something like that.”

Clearly, symbolism will have to wait awhile.