Since I was a very young child I have been obsessed with books. One of my parents favorite stories to tell me is when I was two, and newly adopted. I wasn’t much of a talker, but the one sentence I could say quite well was, “You talk, I listen!” I would repeat this until someone would scoop me up into their lap, and read me the stack of books I carted around with me.
As I got older and could read chapter books, I devoured every one I could get my hands on. My mom would buy me a book, and I would have it finished by bed time. She finally stopped buying me books, and got me a library card instead.
Rowan has been read to since he resided in my uterus. He has been surrounded by people that have cultivated a love of reading in him, and his other biological half is an avid reader as well, so it does not surprise me one bit that he has a love and respect for literature.
This morning while I was emptying the dishwasher, Rowan assembled this tent, picked out his favorite books, and spent 45 minutes reading to himself and the cat. At one point he came out to show me that he could count the ten sea shells in one of his books, but then he disappeared, and I didn’t see him again until after I had mopped the whole house.
It delights me to no end how much he reads. I find it amazing that not only will he sit through as many books as you will read to him, but will also spend time on his own, looking at the pictures, and making up stories to go with them. I look forward to the years ahead of reading out loud to him. I loved hearing The Secret Garden, The Chronicles of Narnia, Alice in Wonderland, and many more that my parents read to me. (I never told them that I would sneak the book up to my room and read ahead. I just couldn’t wait!)
My son is well on his way to becoming a bookworm, and I couldn’t be more proud!