Probably one of the things I miss the most with all my kids having grown up is the tradition of bedtime stories. Fortunately, I get the chance every once in a while with our grandkids but even that is pretty rare. I hope all my grandchildren are getting read to and taking their turn reading when appropriate. Because there's just something about sharing a thrilling story, funny illustrations, or a riveting situation between an adult and a young child. The child looks to the adult for reassurance and cues for what is really funny and what is really scary and all the emotions in between. And the adult is looking at the child (or children) to watch for and wonder at the intellectual and emotional growth, checking to see if the kids are starting to memorize the stories or sound out the words on their own. And, of course, if the books are new or newly checked out of the library, the adult is probably just as eager to find out what is on the next page as the kids are.
File under: Reading Grandchildren
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