For as long as I can remember I have been a voracious reader – I read anything and everything I can get my eyes on. And since having my son, I sort of abandoned my reading ways for more fuctional things to do while nursing or rocking him to sleep: surfing facebook, looking around mommy forums, and the likes. I still needed the escape, but the Kindle and books didn’t have the same type of portability my iPhone had (and reading on the iPhone is sort of painful).
I suddenly missed reading so much. I wanted to read my son long stories outloud like I had read my younger students. I wanted to find a book that I didn’t want to put down again…but I couldn’t carve out the time. And then it hit me: reading wasn’t just for me but a way to show him how important I thought it was. I needed to model reading, too, because even though he adores it, he’ll need to see we adore it, too.
I started by ordering one of my favorite childhood books that people rarely have heard of:The Last of the Really Great Whangdoodlesby Julie Andrews. I couldn’t put it down and read right through storytime while my husband read to our son. Griffin didn’t want me to read him a story that night – “Momma’s reading her book, you read me mine” he kept saying to my husband.
I’m ecstatic to report I just finished a first adult-length book in a long time in just under three nights. I really hope rekindling my love for books helps my son’s fire for reading stay lit for a long time to come.