I’ve always had this romantic idea of going to the library with my daughter, checking out a classic chapter book, and reading a chapter each night before bed. She’s two, so it’s not really time for that yet, but I decided to jump the gun and give it a whirl.
I got a read-aloud copy of Charlotte’s Web and told Ellen we would be reading it at bedtime. The first night was mostly fielding questions about why we couldn’t finish the book in one night, what chapters are, character names, etc. Things you don’t realize that need to be entered into a child’s schema.
She may not be grasping the entire plot or really understand everything that is going on from night to night, but in subsequent nights, she has remembered character names, asked plot questions, and asked to keep the book in bed with her so she could flip through the pages.
She even goes down easier when she has some snuggle time with her momma. And, after I head downstairs, I can hear her up there reading to her dolls until she just can’t hold her eyes open a second longer.
And all of that up there? That is the romance I am talking about. A girl and her love for a book. I guess I’m calling this a parenting win and never looking back.
So, you got to the bottom of this post and thought, “Wait, where is the punchline? Where did she fall flat on her face? Where is the joke? The backfire?” You can stop looking because it’s actually been a pretty sweet deal.
Ladies and gentlemAn (I am fairly certain there must only be one), this is actually working for us. So far, it has made bedtime more, well, enjoyable. I didn’t know I could put those words together, and I am not completely certain I should (are we all knocking on wood on my behalf?). But, we’re going to stick with it.
So, what’s the point of all of this? Why am I telling you this? I suppose it’s Monday, and I am reaching for something to write. Or perhaps there is some merit to getting ahead of ourselves and trying something that our kids aren’t supposed to be ready for. Maybe they will not get out of it what we might intend, but you might be pleasantly surprised at what does come of it.
That’s all. On with your day.