The mother brought joy back into the equation. Working hard-yes, done without hesitation, but when did joy become up for debate. If baby dragons are only rocked to sleep with lullabies about hard work, grim determination, and more-more-more, then we will end up with a world full of dull dragons.
For imagination needs time, space and spark. And it flourishes when bathed by the glimmer cast by a soul a'glow.
So lets sing those wee dragons songs of meadows, ships, and baskets of yarn. Of cabins, toymakers, and violins.
Lets raise a world brimming with stories and infused with joy.
