But you’d think from the amount of growled “Get your coat on!” and hissed “Stop hitting each other…” and exasperated thumps of my head hitting the table once a meal has dragged on for over an hour of “Just eat your dinners. Please!” that my kids were the most difficult and incorrigible urchins this side of the Hudson River.
They’re not. It’s not them, it’s me. But it’s partly them. They know how to make me completely nutso with their antics.
And then I see stuff like this – close to a dozen books open, being read by my cherubs with vigor and vim – when they had been told they had 15 minutes to play before we start out on our day – and I make a brand new resolution to never ever yell at them again. (And that lasts about a half-a-day.)
Just one more reason that Libraries and having books in the home is so important. I’d add that it’s super important to let your kids see you reading REAL books, even if you prefer a device these days. The joy of flipping pages and inspecting pictures for details is something I hope never disappears.