One of the best things about having a child is the excuse to read children’s books again… not that I ever truly stopped, mind you. Faery tale collections and some truly beautifully illustrated children’s stories have nestled in with Jane Austen, an evolving monthly relationship with fashion magazines, and historical/literary fiction as permanent residents in my bookshelves, from 12 to nearly 30.
Her parents, grandparents, aunties and uncles and friends being who they are–readers, every one of them –LittleBird already has quite the bookshelf… for now AND for later. Board books, big pictures, counting and labeling books for now and Dr. Seuss, Roald Dahl and Beverly Cleary for later.
For LittleBird’s first birthday, she was gifted with even more wonderful books–many of them previously loved and worn, which is how we like them best.
It was so fun to re-discover some very good friends–like Corduroy!– from my childhood I had forgotten all about!
When she was only months old, and still swaddled and stationary before bedtime, I used to read LittleBird pages out of whatever I was reading… even battle scenes from the Game of Thrones series.
Now that she’s older, mobile, and grabbygrabby at everything, bedtime stories are interactive and we’ve definitely found our favorite little books. They’re sweet– rhyming, fun animals and shapes and colors to point at…
But I really can’t wait till she learns to love a good story. I can’t wait to introduce her to my favorite heroes and heroines and small adventures and magical lands. I can’t wait for Narnia, Ramona Quimby, The Egypt Game, A Wrinkle in Time, all the Mary Poppins books, and before all of those, the Hundred Acre Woods and Beatrix Potter’s world… so many good stories.
They’re all ready and waiting for her!