As a parent, you try not to compare your kid to others. Everyone is different and kids develop at different rates, but it's hard not to. It is especially hard given that I've had very little experience of babies and toddlers. I've always worried because I want my kid to love books. I love books and loving books makes a lot of other things easier in life. It's kind of the gateway drug for education. Thomas, however, is a doer. He wants to investigate things and chase things, dump out boxes of things and put the things back in. He want's to throw his bowl across the table viking style and demand bananas. (Not ok. We do not throw dishes full of food. Let the battle of wills commence) He's always been interested in the objects that are books but hasn't generally been interested in sitting down and being still enough to be read to.
His cousin Sam has always, and belligerently, loved being read to. So, I worried.
Tonight, after a battle of wills over a banana (oh the screaming!), Thomas sat for me to read him at least 10 different books. Tiny board books, but still, 10 of them! I'm so happy I could do snoopy dances. Hopefully it's not a fluke.
I'll love him no matter what, of course.
I just really want him to read...
(maybe it's worth some screaming. . .)
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