Before I was a mom, I dreamed about all the books I would read aloud to my kids. We would circle up and dive into a book together, and it would be so fun to discuss the characters and the adventures and eventually the moral of the story. So many morals would be taught, and we would all be intellectual and calm.
Then I HAD the kids and realized what an unrealistic fantasy that was. The children don't always like to listen to a book. I don't always like being WITH my kids because they are NOT CALM. It is hard on the throat reading out loud for very long. Everyone has different tastes. Everyone has their own homework/reading to do. blah blah blah.
And then a few weeks ago, we all randomly climbed into my bed with our own books and read. Each child is into their own series (Avery - Hunger Games, Evan - Amulet, Andrew - Captain Underpants, Me - Lord of the Rings).
It is the best. The kids anticipate it all day: "when are we going to read in bed?"
Andrew asks me to wear my fluffy robe so that he can lay his cheek on it.
And because the kids are silently reading, I don't get annoyed and turn into a MONTSTER (TBH, I become a monster very often these days because my kids are LOUD and HYPER and there's NO SCHOOL and it's RAINING outside ALL DAY).
I'm just saying that it's something of the fullfillment of the dream I had pre-kids. I don't think it will last forever, but we are currently in the Goldilocks zone for kids reading and wanting to be around me.
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