I have been lucky enough to be raising two amazing children…who are as different as night and day. When Morgan was a little girl, she liked to make up stories and act them out (probably why she is an amazing writer). But she didn’t really like to be read to. This was something that she found pleasure in all on her own, and so she quickly grew out of me reading to her at bedtime. Truman on the other hand, will solve math problems all day long, but if you hand him a book, he looks at you like you have suggested water boarding. But he does LOVE to be read to. So our ritual at night is to read before bed.
When I was a little girl one of the things you found in plenty at our house was books. One book in particular stood out among the others. The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien. Not only was the cover so unique, but my Mom read it probably 1000 times. I confess I never read it. I watched the cartoon version and loved it…but Gollum scared me. As an adult I read the Lord of the Rings trilogy and fell in love with the story and the characters…but still had never read the Hobbit. One day while hanging at my Mom’s we came across this book and I was immediately transported back to being a little kid again. I loved to look at the cover of the book, the maps and the runes. I borrowed it to read to Tru. We finished it the other day and *Spoiler Alert* our while our timing may have been bad…Thorin, Fili and Kili all died the same day my Grandma did…We both loved it so much we have decided to continue our journey and started to read The Fellowship of the Ring. I hope that Tru one day picks up the love of reading that Morgan has, but if not…at least we can share this time together for as long as it lasts! Happy Tuesday!
