Sunday, February 1, 2009
I've been working away, compiling something of a master list of all of the books I either a) want my children to read on their own or b) I want to be able to read aloud to them. I'm only mid-way (or so) through the list, and I just had the most wonderful realization:
I get to "do" this list more than once.
Because of the age spread of my kiddos, I will get to introduce a whole new round of children to the land of Narnia in a few years. I will be able to slide our worn copy of Robinson Crusoe into many more sets of hands that will leaf through the pages and be mesmerized. I will read Blueberries for Sal to another preschooler who thinks that plink! is the most lovely sound in the world.
The doors of great literature are still waiting for me to pass on the keys to yet more minds who will fall in love with the magical suspension of disbelief.
I love what I do. Love it. And this is just one reason why.