I feel a bit embarrassed that I haven’t found the time to teach my kids the habit of going regularly to the library. After all, libraries are awesome!
But at least I stick to reading, every night. I’ve never been the one to save when it comes to books but buy them happily, ask for them when people enquire what we’d like and if there’s a sale, you can be sure I won’t rush past it. I’m happy to say my kids love our evening story time too. I sure do too.
But nowadays I love the evening reading time even more: our children have grown, and they enjoy exciting stories. New stories (instead of looking at the huge tractor for the 67th time). Stories I used to love as a kid. Stories where there is more text than pictures.
There where lovely and typical Uppo-Nalle (Finnish), Lassemaja (Swedish) books and, of course, the children’s books by Astrid Lindgren and Elsa Beskow.
Now there are The three musketeers, Around the world in 80 days and Robin Hood and other classics. Children’s versions naturally. My children love them! I enjoy reading these old classics again. Do you know how awesome it feels when a TV programme mentions Verne, and my kids ask if it is referring to the author of “the world in 80 days”?!
As for me, I almost stopped reading when the children came. When I was still at home, my sleep deprived brain could still focus on some magazines but when combining small children and work (where I need to read a fair bit), I pretty much stopped reading for my own enjoyment. But I’ve refound the joy of reading during my holidays last year, and now, with the Autumn beauty and the ever darker evenings present, there is nothing better than a good book when kids are asleep.
I hope some of my love for books and stories have been passed on!