Posted on November 11, 2010 - by Marlene (aka Marlo)
I have many passions in life. One of them is reading. I’ve loved books for as long as I can remember, which is really strange since I don’t recall ever seeing my parents or siblings read. After my children were born, I wanted to share my passion for books with them. I remember holding a paperback in one hand while I rock a baby in the other. Poor baby had no clue what was going on, but my children got used to see me with a book. When they became able to sit on my lap, I taught them how to hold a book with both hands.
The first books had more images than words, and as they grew older, the balance shifted the opposite way. When they were little, I’d read each of them a separate story in bed. It was my special one-on-one time with them. Later on, they were allowed to stay up an extra hour if they use that hour to read in bed. I knew I’d hooked them on reading when they turned their flashlights on and hid under the blanket once their hour was up, to be able to finish a book.
Books entertained them in long car rides, in camping trips and cold winter nights. They went through many reading phases and genres. I never stopped them from reading whatever they wanted. I figured it was more important that they learned to love to read. Sometimes they picked a book for the cover, sometimes for the title, sometimes for the blurb. Sometimes they like them, and sometimes they didn’t, and ended up not finishing the book. In my opinion, it was all good. As their passion for reading grew, their taste developed, and they became more “picky” on what they read.
During their youth and teenage years, books have been their favourite birthday/Christmas gifts. Twenty years later, it’s mostly books that I still wrapped at Christmas.
Do I have titles to recommend? Not really, but I still have all their books store in a dozen huge plastic bins lined up under the stairs or in closets. My children warned me not to give any books away. They want them for their own children. They may need a few bookcase with them.
Me, I’m looking forward to the next generation of little hands grabbing those same books. So, give your children, or grandchildren, a book… and watch their imagination soar.