When your child fights sleep, it can feel like a battle you'll never win.
Imagine a bedtime routine you all look forward to, where you cuddle in and let the stress of the day melt away.
Welcome to Sleep Tight Stories, a calming weekly podcast that brings bedtime stories, cuddles and comfort to families worldwide.
The stories are quirky, relatable and spark wonder without overstimulation.
So, listeners can fall asleep and stay asleep.
Each episode is narrated by me, Cheryl McLeod, a second grade teacher and written by my husband Clark, an eternal second grader at heart.
Tune in tonight and bond over a story before drifting off to sleep.
Make bedtime the sweetest part of your day, Sleep Tight Stories.
Listen to Sleep Tight Stories on the iHeartRadio app, Apple Podcasts or wherever you get your podcasts.
Hey, I'm Emily, revealing incredible jobs that are out there.
Ah, here's Winston with his burning question.
Emily, can't race cars top jet planes.
I gotta know. He's a charmer, but his timing could use some work.
Winston loves trucks, so we'll explore construction, car racing and more.
Join us on Growing Up, the Lingokids Podcast, inspiring you to chase all your dreams.
Listen to Growing Up on the iHeartRadio app, Apple Podcasts or wherever you get your podcasts.
Welcome to Lively Lewis Stories.
Born from our love for kids' entertainment, we created Lively Lewis Stories to bring joy and imaginations to families everywhere.
As parents, we're always on the lookout for screen -free ways to captivate our kiddos.
Our mission? To connect families through the magic of storytelling, sparking creativity and conversations.
Every tale is packed with fun adventures and valuable life lessons that will have both parents and kids talking and laughing together.
So gather around, let your imaginations soar, and dive into the world of Lively Lewis Stories.
Tune in on the iHeartRadio app, Apple Podcasts or wherever you get your podcasts.
Hello, my name is Emily and I live in the bustling city of New York in the year 1905.
I come from a modest home, tucked away in a neighborhood, where the streets are lined with apartments.
My family may not be wealthy, but we are rich in spirit.
My mother Mary is a woman of strong convictions.
She is a suffragist, a warrior for women's rights.
Our humble home is a hub of discussion, a safe haven for ideas that go against the norms of society.
My father, a man with a gentle heart and a supportive soul, stands by my mother's side.
During the day I attend a local school for girls, a place where our education isn't quite as good as the boys' school nearby.
Their school has better books and well -paid teachers and quality equipment, while ours is the opposite.
The building isn't well taken care of, but our thirst for knowledge burns brightly.
Despite the challenges, my friends and I find solace within these worn -out walls.
We share dreams of a world where our voices matter as much as the boys', where the ink in our pens carry the same weight as theirs.
We dare to dream beyond the limits society has given us.
One afternoon, after a long day of vocabulary and math at school, I was excited to get back home, walking faster than usual.
After hurrying up the stairs to our apartment, I walked in the door to see my mother and her friends using black paint to write on a large banner.
Welcome home, Emily, she said.
Are you ready to help with the march?
Yes, I exclaimed, joining one of her friends at the table.
I used the black paint to follow chalk letters on the cloth banner.
They were planning the route and the chance they would say on the way to the hall.
More than anything, they wanted the right to vote, which had been denied to women their entire lives.
When the three banners were finished, they bound them to large pools and headed outside.
I followed behind, moving as fast as I could.
On the main street we joined other women who had made similar banners and were marching while chanting.
Let us be heard, let us vote.
The further we walked, the more women joined in.
People along the way often yelled at us and told us to go back home, but there were too many of us, too many voices to be stopped.
Someone even threw a tomato at my mother and her friend, but they ignored them and kept marching.
The streets resonated with the rhythm of our steps, a cadence of defiance against the current norms.
As we marched a sea of faces, both curious and angry peered at us from windows and corners, but undeterred, we pressed on.
After a few more blocks we reached our destination, a tall brick building and inside a large hall filled with women from all walks of life.
Young, old, of different backgrounds and ethnicities, rich and poor.
All women of strength, resilience, and hope.
Some men, too, who supported our cause.
As we gathered the air, became charged with the energy of progress and opportunity.
We chant and cheer until someone takes the stage and we cheer more.
The speaker finally has to calm us down.
We are so excited. Elizabeth Cady Stanton speaks first.
She is eloquent. A wonderful speaker.
She's been a suffragist speaking up for the rights of women for many years.
She says boldly, We hold these truths to be self -evident that all men and women are created equal.
I feel the truth of her words in my own soul and cheer loudly with all my heart.
I want to be treated as equally as men, too.
She also says, The best protection any woman can have is courage.
I want to be just as courageous and just as bold as Elizabeth Cady Stanton.
After Elizabeth, Susan B.
Anthony takes the stand.
She's known as the boldest of the suffragists.
She has never been afraid to speak her mind.
Just seeing her makes me want to stand up and be strong for my right to vote someday.
She says boldly, The day may be approaching when the whole world will recognize women as the equal of man.
She pounds the podium as she speaks.
We cheer and hold our banners high.
Susan continues, I think the girl who is able to earn her own living and pay her own way should be as happy as anyone on the earth.
The sense of independence and security is very sweet.
In that hall, I felt the power of unity, the combined courage of the women in the room, this force that transcended the boundaries set by society.
The suffragists are not just fighting for the right to vote.
They're paving the way for a future where every girl can dream without limits.
The simplicity of their message resonates with me.
The right to vote is not just about marking a ballot, it's about having a voice, a say in the direction of our shared destiny.
As Elizabeth and Susan speak, I'm struck by the realization that change is not just a distant dream, it's a journey we embark on every time we stand up for ourselves.
Their words spark a flame within, a flame that refuses to be extinguished.
The march and the speeches are not just events, they're milestones in a larger story of our progress.
I'm no longer just a girl from a modest home, I'm part of a movement that is reshaping the very fabric of society.
The simplicity of my dress and the worn out pages of my textbook do not define my worth.
What defines me is the fire in my heart, the belief that change is not a privilege, but a right for every woman, every girl.
The march and the conference end, days turn into weeks, and my routine becomes a delicate balance between the rigors of school and the suffragist movement.
The halls of our girls school echo with whispered dreams and shared aspirations.
One by one, the suffragist victories grow.
States begin to recognize the voice of women, the power that has long been underestimated.
The tide is turning and I find myself standing at the cusp of something very big.
June 4th, 1920. Finally the day arrives when the right to vote is given to women.
The 19th Amendment to the Constitution.
It's not just a victory for the suffragists, it's a triumph for every woman who dared to dream.
The voting booth becomes a symbol of empowerment, a testament to the fact that change, however gradual, is possible.
As I cast my vote for the first time, I feel a surge of pride.
The weight of history rests on my shoulders, but it's a weight I gladly bear.
The suffragists with their unwavering determination have paved the way for a brighter future.
But the journey does not end with the right to vote.
It's a stepping stone to a world where equality is not just a word but a reality.
Inspired by the suffragists who come before me, I go to university and get a respectable education, reaching for heights that were once considered impossible.
The simplicity of the suffragist message, the right to vote, the right to be heard transcends time.
It's a reminder that every voice, regardless of its origin, has the power to shape the course of history.
In our shared story, the suffragists have written a chapter that echoes through the ages, a chapter that inspires, empowers, and reminds us that change begins with a single, resolute voice.
When your child fights sleep, it can feel like a battle you'll never win.
Imagine a bedtime routine you all look forward to, where you cuddle in and let the stress of the day melt away.
Welcome to Sleep Tight Stories, a calming weekly podcast that brings bedtime stories, cuddles, and comfort to families worldwide.
The stories are quirky, relatable, and spark wonder without overstimulation, so listeners can fall asleep and stay asleep.
Each episode is narrated by me, Cheryl McLeod, a second grade teacher, and written by my husband, Clark, an eternal second grader at heart.
Tune in tonight and bond over a story before drifting off to sleep.
Make bedtime the sweetest part of your day, Sleep Tight Stories.
Listen to Sleep Tight Stories on the iHeartRadio app, Apple podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts.
Hey, I'm Emily, revealing incredible jobs that are out there.
Ah, here's Winston with his burning question.
Emily, can't race cars top jet planes?
I gotta know. He's a charmer, but his timing could use some work.
Winston loves trucks, so we'll explore construction, car racing, and more.
Join us on Growing Up, the Lingo Kids Podcast, inspiring you to chase all your dreams.
Listen to Growing Up on the iHeartRadio app, Apple podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts.
Hi. Welcome to Lively Lewis Stories.
Born from our love for kids' entertainment, we created Lively Lewis Stories to bring joy and imaginations to families everywhere.
As parents, we're always on the lookout for screen -free ways to captivate our kiddos.
Our mission? To connect families through the magic of storytelling, sparking creativity, and conversations.
Every tale is packed with fun adventures and valuable life lessons that will have both parents and kids talking and laughing together.
So, gather round, let your imaginations soar, and dive into the world of Lively Lewis Stories.
Tune in on the iHeartRadio app, Apple podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts.
