Long before I had a kid, I had fantasies about certain aspects of having a kid. Idealized aspects in most regards, frankly, that included things like “my kid will always be the most well behaved in the room” and “my kid will eat whatever I give him” and the like. Actually HAVING a kid has made me laugh most of those pre-kid ideas away in the face of the realities of parenting an actual person.
One small thing that I’ve always held on to though has been reading, and specifically reading longer chapter books with my kid. I grew up being read to, and memories of my mom reading me Winnie the Pooh, or my dad reading me The Hobbit remain some of my favorite memories of childhood, and something I’ve long wanted to be able to do with Jackson. However, he is a very energetic boy who is very wiggly, and my prior attempts at reading chapter books, even short ones, have been met with resistance. I would read a chapter & then he’d never want to read another one, or he’d just bounce around the whole time, or he’d say “this is boring mommy,” especially if there weren’t full illustrations for him to look at. I’ve tried to prime myself that maybe “reading chapter books together” is another one of those pre-kid fantasies that may not apply to my specific kid, who loves to be read to but maybe not like that.
A few weeks ago, we were stuck at home on a Sunday for some reason, and after playing superheroes and bad guys and after watching tv and after another round of Candyland, I decided to give it another shot. I grabbed a copy of Charlie & the Chocolate Factory, and told Jackson to come sit down with me, and I started to read. He let me read him 1 chapter that day.
And then we read another couple of chapters at bedtime one night.
And then we read another chapter before starting homework another night.
It was always me picking the book those days, but he listened, and got into the story, and asked questions. He helped me read certain parts, and got BIG ENORMOUS eyes at other parts.
And then today, *he* asked if we could read some more of the chocolate book before nap time, and let me read him 3 chapters.
I don’t know if it will keep up, or if it’s a fluke, but I’ll take it for however long I can foster it. It’s one of those parenting things that I’ve daydreamed about for longer than I’ve had a kid. Books have always been so special to me, and I’ve always wanted to be able to share them with Jackson this way, and it is as awesome and special as I had always thought it could be.
For however long he’ll let me, I’ll gladly share this special thing with him. Or maybe it’s more likely that he’s sharing this special thing with me.No tags for this post.