I've shared on a previous post that one of our family's greatest joys is to sit and read to each other. The other day my youngest picked up the book I was reading on my nook, The Legend of Sleepy Hollow. She started reading it to me with her British accent. I told her the story was set in New York. Without missing a beat she continued reading in her best New Jersey accent. I laughed a long time with her, it was priceless.
Where does that spontaneity come from? Maybe it comes from a love for good characters, or maybe it's just the magic of story time. Both of my kids also read a lot and listen to audio books too. They also re-read their favorites. I hardly ever do that. As I sit here I think of how blessed I am as a father to have a house full of eager readers.
I think our reading to each other nurtures the love and affection we share for one another. It's nothing new, but it is magical. I look forward to the next reading with my funny kids.
No comments:
Post a Comment