We crack up. I'm afraid we might cry. We make connections. We discuss parts of speech. We look up words we do not know. We spend time together.
My boys and I are reading a book together. I read aloud to them, a little bit each day. Well, sometimes a lot. When they don't want me to stop.
I love that my good friend, Graham, reads aloud to her boys. And I keep seeing in magazine articles and parenting books that I should be reading aloud to my big boys who can read to themselves. Carson always lets me read to him. But ever since Jonah started reading to himself, he has been a little reluctant to let me read to him.
Last year we tried some classics. Where the Red Fern Grows, and Tuck Everlasting. We just could not get into them.
Then I read an article in my Real Simple magazine. It said reading actually reduces stress. It allows us to escape from real life, and to go to a faraway place where we can focus on someone else's day in and day out for a while. It reminded me why I love reading. And it suggested a few titles to read aloud to kids who are readers. The One and Only Ivan, by Katherine Applegate was at the top of the list. And I know why. It's hilarious. It's entertaining. It's fun to read. I cannot wait to turn the page and find out what crazy new thing Ivan is going to do. Or eat. Or who he is going to meet. Ivan is a gorilla who lives in a shopping mall. He throws "me-balls" and calls humans "slimy chimps." And if your kids are like mine, any book where someone throws poop and calls others silly names is a hit. And I can get past that gross humor when I consider the fact that my boys can't wait to spend time with me, cuddled in my bed, hanging on to every last word and laughing out loud with me.
It's one of my favorite times of the day.