G grabs a magazine from the coffee table recently and tells
me: “Book. Read.”
I follow the request and open a glossy Pottery Barn
catalogue and conjure a tale of a mother inside her stylish home. Ten consecutive pages of lovely bathrooms
leave me searching for a good story line.
“Mommy grabs three green bath towels from the bench and
takes them to the closet… ……And then mommy
goes to the next bathroom with two mirrors and brushes her teeth.”
“G, do you really want me to read this? How about your digger book over…..” G interrupts and says: “No momma. Read.”
Ok, it’s a moment of truth.
We haven’t been reading every night.
Actually, the last four months are a blur. A sleepy, all-day sickness I’d
like to forget.
Segue to the announcement portion of today’s blog: G will become a big brother in late summer! Hooray!
I can produce a million excuses why we haven’t kept up with
reading this winter. The truth is
simple: I haven’t made the time. Folks,
I barely mailed out my Happy New Year cards before Valentine’s Day this year.
But do I think the mother of two little ones, whose husband
just deployed overseas for the next year… has more time than me?
Or the mother of a special needs child?
Or the stay at home mother of four children?
Absolutely not!
Tonight as I grab G’s favorite excavation book (and also a
box of Tagalongs) we begin a pursuit of catching up. No
excuses. If the Girl Scout cookies run
out then I move on to a ham salad sandwich and some sweet corn.
Happy Reading!
Lauren
