During my fieldwork this semester, I have rediscovered my love for children’s literature. When I was younger, my parents and older sisters were constantly reading to me. A story before bedtime was part of my bedtime ritual. These stories and picture books were magic.
Now, the older sisters who read to me are reading to their children. My niece is turning three this April, and already she has a nice collection of books. She will come up to me and ask, “Can we read this book?” She will sit for hours in her bedroom turning the pages and looking at the pictures. Already, some of her favorites are my favorites when I was small. She loves Corduroy and Angelina Ballerina.
A few weeks ago, one of my sisters told my family she and her husband are pregnant. I’m so excited to start buying and reading books for the new baby. I appreciate my parents and older sisters for instilling a love of reading into myself. It’s honestly one of the greatest gifts they could have given me.