Mei Takes Care of Mei

Mei Takes Care of Mei

by

Patches the Story Dog

Patches the Story Dog

for your 1st Grader

1st Grader Taking Care of Me Self-Help & Independence

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Mei sitting cross-legged on the floor of her cozy home, happily drawing in her sketchbook with colored pencils spread around her, smiling brightly. In the background, colorful drawings are taped to the walls and a wooden kitchen table holds a bowl of fresh fruit.

Mei loved to draw. She drew cats and clouds and castles. She drew rainbows and rockets and roses. Her sketchbook was her favorite thing in the whole wide world.

Mei sitting at the wooden kitchen table, leaning over her sketchbook and drawing intensely, with sunlight streaming through a nearby window. In the background, the sunny backyard is visible through the window, with green grass and flowers.

Every morning, Mei would sit at the wooden kitchen table and open her sketchbook. She would draw and draw and draw. The world outside was sunny and bright, but Mei did not look up.

Mei at the wooden kitchen table surrounded by pages of drawings, gesturing excitedly with a pencil in her hand, while the bowl of fresh fruit sits untouched beside her. In the background, colorful drawings are taped to the walls of the cozy kitchen.

"I will draw one more picture," said Mei. "Just one more!" But one more turned into two more. And two more turned into three. Mei forgot to eat her breakfast. The bowl of fresh fruit sat on the table, waiting.

Mei in the sunny backyard sitting on the grass with her sketchbook on her lap, her hands covered in colorful smudges of pencil and crayon marks. In the background, the cozy home is visible with flowers growing along the back wall.

Mei drew all through lunch. She drew all through the afternoon. Her hands got sticky with color. Her fingers got smudgy with pencil marks. But Mei did not stop to wash up.

Mei sitting on her soft bed beneath the window, drawing in her sketchbook by the glow of starlight, looking tired but still determined to keep drawing. In the background, a dark night sky full of twinkling stars is visible through the window.

When the stars peeked in through her window, Mei was still drawing. "Just one more star," she whispered. "Just one more moon." She did not climb into her soft bed. She did not close her eyes.

Mei sitting at the wooden kitchen table looking frustrated and confused, holding up her sketchbook which shows a wobbly, messy cat drawing, with tired eyes and a frown. In the background, the colorful drawings taped to the walls contrast with Mei's dull-looking new sketch.

The next morning, something felt different. Mei picked up her pencil, but her hand was shaky. She tried to draw a cat, but it looked wobbly. She tried to draw a rainbow, but the colors felt dull. "What is wrong?" said Mei. "Why can't I draw?"

Mei standing in the middle of her cozy home, holding her rumbling tummy with one smudgy hand and rubbing one tired eye with the other, looking thoughtful. In the background, the wooden kitchen table is cluttered with scattered drawings and the untouched bowl of fresh fruit.

Mei's tummy rumbled loud like a drum. Her eyes felt heavy like stones. Her sticky hands made the paper smudge. "Oh," said Mei softly. "I think my body is trying to tell me something."

Mei standing by the wooden kitchen table, happily biting into a bright red apple with the bowl of fresh fruit in front of her, eyes wide with delight. In the background, the sunny backyard is visible through the window, bright and inviting.

Mei closed her sketchbook. She walked to the kitchen table and picked up a bright red apple from the bowl of fresh fruit. She took a big bite. It was sweet and crunchy! She ate a banana too. "Yum!" said Mei. "Good food gives my body energy — like fuel for a rocket!"

Mei standing at the bubbly sink in the warm bathroom, happily scrubbing her hands under running water with soap bubbles floating around her fingers, smiling at her clean hands. In the background, a warm bathroom with a small mirror and a fluffy towel hanging on a hook.

Then Mei went to the warm bathroom. She turned on the bubbly sink and scrubbed her hands with soap. She rubbed and rubbed until all the smudges washed away. Her hands felt fresh and clean! "Clean hands help keep germs away," said Mei. "And now I can hold my pencil better too!"

Mei tucked snugly into her soft bed beneath the window, eyes gently closed with a peaceful smile, her blanket pulled up to her chin, her sketchbook resting on the nightstand beside her. In the background, a dark sky glowing with soft stars peeks through the window above her bed.

That night, Mei did not draw under the stars. She climbed into her soft bed and pulled the blanket up to her chin. The stars peeked in through the window, and Mei peeked back. "Good night, stars," she whispered. "My body needs rest so I can grow strong and healthy." And Mei closed her eyes and fell fast asleep.

Mei sitting at the wooden kitchen table, beaming with joy and energy, drawing confidently in her sketchbook with bright, bold colored pencils, looking refreshed and happy. In the background, the sunny backyard glows through the window and colorful drawings decorate the walls.

The next morning, Mei woke up and stretched her arms wide. She felt wonderful! She ate a good breakfast. She washed her face and hands. Then she sat down and opened her sketchbook. Her hand was steady. Her lines were smooth. Her colors were bright and bold!

Mei proudly holding up her sketchbook to show a beautiful, vibrant drawing of a cat sitting under a bright rainbow, grinning with pride, standing in the sunny backyard surrounded by flowers. In the background, the cozy home is visible with colorful drawings taped in the windows.

Mei drew the best cat she had ever drawn. She drew the brightest rainbow she had ever seen. "I get it now!" said Mei. "When I take care of my body — eating well, washing up, and getting cozy sleep — I feel strong and healthy and ready to create my best art yet!" And from that day on, Mei always remembered: taking care of yourself is the most important thing you can do.

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