Chapstick and hair ties used to scatter the top of my nightstand five, ten, even fifteen years ago but now it often has board books, Little People and Rosie's bows piled high. One thing that hasn't changed in all of these years? A book tucked under the first drawer.
If I have a good book that I'm in the middle of, I have something to look forward to every day. I know that for a half hour to an hour before I go to bed, I can disappear into a world entirely different from my own. I always have a book- literally the only times I haven't were right after my babies were born and I was in survival mode. As soon as I felt rested enough to pick up a book again at the end of my day, I knew that we as a family had gotten to a better, easier place in the newborn phase.
Growing up, I read anything I could get my hands on, including old copies of the Reader's Digest that my grandmother had lying around. I'm certain I read the night before high school graduation, the night before my first day at my first job, the night before I had my first ultrasound, the night before I gave birth. What ties all of these together is that I submerged myself into a book and any worries I had about the upcoming day vanished.
I try to convey my love of reading to my kids by reading to them often and having them see me read. I figure if they read voraciously, the world is forever theirs and they will always be learning.
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