Wednesday, October 19, 2011
The past two nights I have gone to do the last check on my 8 year old (which I am slightly ritualistic about and have been doing now for...well...8 years) I have been met with a beautiful sight. She, squeezed tightly but surprisingly joyously into her twin bed with her 4 year old sister. They share a room (even though they each have their own) and they share a bed (even though there are two beds in that shared room). I guess years of co-sleeping wear off hard. They both love the company of each other in that tiny bed. But wait, I digress. Moving past just the lovliness a mom experiences watching her children just sleep after a long and crazy day, my 8 year old has, is it?, yes, tucked under her drooly face, .........a book! It has happened. That moment when reading becomes a joy, a passion, an addictive behaviour. When she walks around with her thumb tucked into the spine and retreats upstairs for some quiet time to finish those last couple chapters in her hammock. I am so quietly happy for her and her new found love.