Okay, maybe it’s not a true sickness. But it’s one that I caught in my childhood, Patrick caught in his childhood, too. Now it’s Simon’s turn.
I’ve been waiting for this day. I’ve been hoping for this day. I’ve been praying for this day.
And it’s finally come.
Simon has had favorite books before. Every night, he wants to read Goodnight, Moon. By now, everyone has that memorized. (In the great green room…)
We’ve been going to the library at least once a week, and he loves it, but he always tended to get the same books over and over. Board book, specifically. Simple ones, intended for toddlers.
I was fine with that. At least he had an interest in books. But there wasn’t much to them. A word or two a page with a picture.
Then it was summer, and we were bored. We started to go to thrift stores on a semi-regular basis.
He began getting books there. $1.00 here. $.50 there. His collection began to grow.
And then…we went to a thrift store, and he began getting cranky with me. I asked him what he wanted – normally that’s answered with the response of “a big hug!” – but that time he said, “books.”
We went over to the kid’s book area.
I searched the shelves, but I couldn’t find anything that he wanted. Then he reached in, almost randomly it seemed, and he pulled out an “Early Reader” Blue’s Clues book.
I had totally missed it, but he found it. I guess we don’t need to worry about him getting glasses anytime soon.
The minute he pulled it out, he opened it and began reading it. He read it all the way through. When I asked him if he wanted it, he said, “Yes.” Another irregular response – most of the time, he says “no” when asked if he wants things.
We went and bought it, and as soon as we got into the car, he said, “You can have your book when we get home.”
“Do you want it now?”
I passed it into the backseat, and he immediately began reading it again.
The torch has been passed. We have a reader on our hands.