At the beginning of the month, I found out there’s going to be a Little One joining us in December (yay!). When I get a break from all those famous pregnancy symptoms, I’ve been obsessing over what s/he needs. There’s diapers and onesies and plenty of blankets for our six-month long winters…and books.
I’ll always believe that one of the great blessings of my childhood was having books at my disposal. All kinds of books. My parents always read for pleasure and encouraged me to do so. My grandmother also had a huge collection of books — the accumulated titles of her childhood and those of my mother and her siblings — that I always had access to. One of my first memories is of looking through a picture book Bible and making up my own stories to accompany the pictures, since I hadn’t learned to read yet.
My love for the written word never left me. Books have always been my solace and my favorite pastime — from The Poky Little Puppy to Harry Potter, Shakespeare, Shannara, A Song of Ice and Fire, Toni Morrison, Jane Austen…
When I was young, I was never discouraged from reading anything. Sure, my mother wasn’t always happy with my choices (like that um, juicy romance I picked up at 13), but I was never censored. Reading is enrichment and it’s a love that lasts a lifetime. I got that gift and I want to pay it forward to my little Peanut.
While I was looking through the children’s section online at B&N, I came across many of my old favorites. Where better to start Peanut than with Mom and Dad’s favorites? Eventually, s/he will decide to love mystery over fantasy, or documentaries or historical fiction or maybe even New Age poetry. But for now, some good old pictures books will do.