Writing for my own kids

One of the gifts I gave my children yesterday was a story that I told them in the summer. It was my explanation of what happened to Atlantis, and I told them the story one night in Cornwall where we were staying with good friends. They liked the story very much, and it was a pretty good story in my opinion, too. So, for Christmas, I wrote it out as a gift for them. My eldest (9 years old) realized right away what it was and appreciated it, but he was not super enthusiastic. My twins (6 years old) moved indifferently on to the next gift. I'm neither surprised nor hurt, but I do look forward to the time when they will love it. I'm reminded of C.S. Lewis' dedication to Lucy at the start of The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe in which he notes that he started writing when she loved fairy tales and now, she has gotten to old for them, but one day, she will rediscover fairy tales, and then she will take this book down from the shelf and find the magic in it. So, I say ditto.