These are the best of times. Kind of sacred, really. When we cuddle up warm and close, one or two little ones and me. With a stack of treasured books, carefully chosen, teetering piles hand selected by eager little readers. They grab the dog-eared ones. Those special friends, those volumes that have been toted to bed and to the car and to comfy chairs and quiet corners. Over and over.
We relax into each other, arms and legs lovingly draped all over, paging through, reading word after familiar word. They point out favorite pictures and giggle with glee at childish humor. And woe to me if I skip one single page. 'Cause they know the story. And it will be told. Each and every single well-worn word.
And I know I will look back some day. And remember these, the most favorite quiet times with my children's children. These precious little ones, cherished hearts of my heart, who've entrusted me with these most intimate of moments.
I love storytime.
Oh my goodness, your post really struck a chord with me. I love story time! And now that my two "big kids" (6 and 8) are independent readers and we do so much running around... I can't remember the last time we have really sat down and had a story time. I think we're heading to the library today! :-) Thanks for posting! (I'm linked up after you on Five Minute Friday. :-) )ReplyDelete
Enjoy that journey to the library, Katy ... one of my most favorite places!Delete
Sweet. I get to do that all over again with our granddaughter. Since we live in different towns those times are a little more special. What a beautiful and tender story!ReplyDelete
Yep ... I am hours away. But it makes those crazy times together all the more sweet, yes?Delete
Linda, that was one of my favorite parts of being a mom. I loved reading aloud to my children. They are jockeyed for position. Who got to sit on my lap? Who got to sit next to me? Everyone huddled close together sharing words, sharing love.ReplyDelete
Yep, this gets handed down the generations, doesn't it?! One of my favorite childhood pictures is one of my Grandma reading to a few of us little ones. Our love for reading surely gets passed on ...Delete
I also read the story books to my children to many, many times that I remember them by heart. At nights when I was to tired I would choose the book I could recite like recitation, and guess what? I nearly never got caught!
Yep - I can still recite the books I read to my girls 35 years ago! Line by line!Delete
And story time makes for wonderful memoriesReplyDelete
And that we will continue to do! Can't wait!Delete