I sit on the couch for the umpteenth time, reading to the crowd. They are squirming, making noises with their teeth, pulling at their siblings, touching my glasses, and yet I still yearn to read to these little people. I found some old books the other day in a box in the corner of the attic. They are books from my childhood, old friends that brought me through many a lonely day. Charlotte’s Web, 101 Dalmatians, The Prince and Pauper, to name a few. And I want to introduce my children to these old friends of mine.
So, I will head to the couch again this afternoon, and open the book to read about Zuckerman’s Famous Pig. Though a headache will come from the crowd pressing in, I will resolve to read on, because there is magic in books. The wonder that can happen when a page is turned is palpable and I want them to feel it. I want them to be in awe of the words and where they can take you – the friends you can meet. Hopefully they’ll feel the same one day, only their memories will be filled with a little more joy, and they’ll remember how we crowded together to travel to far of places.