Today’s blog:  From the Beginning…

“Children are made readers on the laps of their parents.”

— Emilie Buchwald

Do you believe that?

I do.

I remember holding my children in my arms when they were babies.  I’d rock them until they fell asleep.  Later, they learned to climb onto my lap and curl up close to me as I read their favorite stories.    I miss that.

A Mother

A mother never forgets and never takes for granted how quickly those moments  pass.  You breathe them in and hold them in your heart forever.

“You may have tangible wealth untold. Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold. Richer than I you can never be — I had a mother who read to me.”

— Strickland Gillilan

My oldest son is a man with a family of his own.  Recently, he paid a visit.  I was seated at my desk writing when he heard my music playing in the background.  Instantly, his face lit up  as he recalled and recounted a happy childhood memory.

I beamed.

Parents  have the privilege to create a world their children come to know and accept.  I regret nothing.  I loved every moment – sleepless nights, dirty diapers, ink and crayola on the walls (some of which I never erased), toys  and books everywhere.  I’d do it again.  Sometimes, I  still do, because now I am a grandmother.

Question: Why do YOU love to read?

“The more that you read, the more things you will know. The more you learn, the more places you’ll go.”

— Dr. Seuss

Yes, books take us where our feet cannot. The imagination is a free and wide open space.

Read, Read, Read…

You help create the world your little ones live in.  

Enjoy the seconds you are given; they pass quickly.

Meanwhile, know your story matters.

Sunshine and rainbows!

S. Whitten

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