The sun rises. I feed the baby. If I’m lucky and he’s still tired, I put him back to sleep. I hear a voice from my toddler’s room. After getting dressed and pouring milk and saying a prayer and pushing the button on the coffeemaker, it’s time for the best part of my older son’s morning: as he says, “books!”
These early mornings spent with our books are not treasured by my son alone. Reading together has been one of my very favorite things about parenting. Sometimes, beset by crippling nausea in the early days of my second pregnancy, I felt guilty. Shouldn’t we be out identifying bird calls or driving to play dates instead of sitting on the couch with Eric Carle and Margaret Wise Brown?
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