The Little Lost Star
When the way feels big and dark
Being brave doesn't mean not being scared. In this story your child helps a little lost star find its way home through the night forest, one brave step at a time, with stops to breathe along the way.
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Courage
Courage and kindness: helping someone even when the way feels big and dark.
The tool your child practises in the story
One breath in, one step on
When something feels big, stop together and say it out loud: "One breath in" (a slow breath through the nose), "one step on" (one small, real step, nothing more). Then do it again. Let your child lead the words once they know them, and celebrate each step, not only the end.
For grown-ups
What this story is about
A little star is lost, and your child chooses to help it home through a dark forest. Your child feels the fear (a thumping heart, legs that do not want to go) and finds a small way through it: one breath in, one step on. Brave here does not mean not scared; it means taking one small step, then another.
Three ways to talk about it
- Say the feeling out loud with them: "The forest looked big and dark. I think I would feel a bit scared too."
- Share a time you did something brave while you were nervous, and what helped you.
- Praise the trying, not the result: "You kept going one step at a time. That was brave."
Three questions to ask
- Which part of the forest would feel the most exciting to you? And the most scary?
- Who helped in the story, and who helps you when something feels big?
- What is one brave step you would like to try this week?
Practise the tool together: One breath in, one step on
When something feels big, stop together and say it out loud: "One breath in" (a slow breath through the nose), "one step on" (one small, real step, nothing more). Then do it again. Let your child lead the words once they know them, and celebrate each step, not only the end.
If your child's fears are very strong, last for weeks, or get in the way of sleep, play or school, it is worth talking to your paediatrician or a child psychologist.
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Look inside
Twelve illustrated spreads: the picture on the left, the story on the right. These sample pages show an invented child called Noah.
Every night, Noah said goodnight to the stars. But tonight, one tiny star at the very edge of the sky did something new. Blink. Blink-blink. It was waving! A small hand waved back from the window seat. Then the tiny star began to wobble.
The forest was full of night sounds. Cri-cri, went the crickets. Whoo, went the wind. Thump-thump, went a heart. Stop. One breath in. One step on. One breath in. One step on. Thump... thump. A little slower now. Then, from somewhere above, came a new sound. "Who-who-WHO?"
"Who-who-WHO is out so late?" A big round owl peered down. Her spectacles slid to the very end of her beak. "Please," said Noah, "have you seen a fallen star?" "Follow the splashy sound," said Grandma Owl, pushing her spectacles back up. "And be quick. A star must be back in the sky before the sun wakes up." Somewhere in the dark: splish, splash.
The little star felt warm in two cupped hands, like a cup of cocoa. "How will I ever get back up?" it sighed. Past the trees stood a hill, round and tall, its top almost touching the sky. "Up there," said Noah. "I'll carry you." One breath in. One step on.
At the very top, the edge of the sky was turning pink. Quick! Up went the little star, as high as arms could reach. It wobbled. It did not fly. "Too low," it whispered. Beside the path sat a big flat rock. Noah took one breath in, and one step up. Then up on tiptoe. "Ready?" "Ready," whispered the star.
Whoosh! Up flew the little star, up and up, until it was home in the sky, shining gold. Grandma Owl hooted so hard that her spectacles slid right off. The fireflies danced. And from way up high, the little star waved down. Blink. Blink-blink. Thank you.
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