|reading to my babies back when they were babies|
Some books are like old friends. It may be a great deal of time between visits, but when you get together it is like no time has passed at all. That is how I am feeling about Charlotte's Web this week. In the last week or two I started reading it to the boys at night when time and schedule allowed. Now that the holidays are over, I hope to read it every night. The copy of I have is my copy from second grade. In my mom's handwriting on the front cover is my name and first address. I remember reading the book in Mrs. Stegh's class - or she had it as a read aloud. I haven't done many chapter books with the boys yet - I was holding back because I didn't want to rush the picture book phase of life - but I think easing into chapter books now at night will be a good thing.
It really is such a lovely story. As an adult I notice the great way E.B. White uses words. I stopped right before Wilbur meets Charlotte the other night, and Bubby begged for me to keep reading. But I made him wait until tonight. Even Bugaboo seems to be enjoying it on the nights his crying meltdowns don't keep him from the story. "Chapter One. Charlotte's Web." or "Charlotte's Web. Chapter Four," he will say in the evening before we start.
One of my favorite things about motherhood has been reading books to and with my kids. If I am having a rough day, a guaranteed cure for crankiness is to sit on the floor or the bed or the couch with the boys and begin reading out loud. It is impossible to remain in a bad mood while reading beautiful words or a funny story.