Almost every great fairytale begins with once upon a time and ends with happily ever after. I love the words once upon a time.
There’s magic in words. And power. And love.
When my children were little, I read to them every night before they fell asleep.
I began when my daughter was about six weeks old. Yes, that young. I read her a Winnie the Pooh book and was so proud when she learned how to turn the pages by herself. I still have that book.
I read somewhere that reading to your children helps them develop a love for reading. I loved it when my dad read Nancy Drew stories to me. I never wanted him to stop reading, so very early on I decided to give this same gift to my children.
They love to read. They love to hear stories. They’re both very good listeners.
Was it always that way?
No. I remember when my son was a complete wiggle worm at bedtime and lacked the ability to unwind and listen. I decided to add a bath with lavender to his night-time routine.
At some point in their teen years, they no longer wanted me to read to them. (This may seem obvious to most moms, but at almost 50, I still wish I could hear my dad’s voice revealing what Nancy would find at the bottom of The Hidden Staircase.) Now I dream of grandchildren!
I can say that reading to my children helped me as much as it helped them.
I loved The Tale of Despereaux, Chronicles of Narnia, Harry Potter, Mother Goose, AESOP Fables and all the other stories I read to them each night.
They loved the stories and the thought of staying up just a little bit longer.
I loved holding them close, my chin snuggling into their freshly-washed hair.
Reading was one of the best investments I made. And I know it benefited all of us!