Reading favorite books were special times with my daughters, then grandchildren, when they were young, leading to cuddles and snarky comments, and laughter – always laughter.
Sometimes there were tears; reading Where the Red Fern Grows almost did me in. It’s hard to read over a lumpy throat.
Day after day, year after year, each successive grandchild would sit at our breakfast table; Grandpa cooked pancakes while Gramma read. All ears at full attention as both soul and tummy were filled.
Despite modern electronics they all still love the printed page. I’d like to think our special times contributed to that.
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Velvet Verbosity’s challenge is LISTENING. This is what I think about that.
Reading to my kids when they were little, is one of my fondest childhood memories of them.
I’m keeping many of their favorite books… for the next generation of readers.
Sweet memories.
Some of my best are of my dad telling me stories he’d made up himself. (I’ve been trying to get him to write them down for 20 years…hasn’t happened yet. 😉 )
A couple of years ago I was trying to thin out our book collection. My kids were older teenagers at this point. When I got to sorting the children’s books, both of them had so many memories. It was a delight to listen to, “oh my god, I LOVED this book, this one stays”, or, “we must have read this one 100 times”, or “hahaha, you always read in a British accent mom, why’d you do that?”.
Needless to say, we didn’t get rid of very many of the children’s books that day. 😉 I can’t wait to pass them on to my grandchildren some day.