One of the things I am proudest of in my children, as well as thankful for, is their love for the written word -- both to read it as well as write it. They both are well-known, at least at their grade level, for being "reading fools" -- always going WAY over the recommended number of books read for the 6 weeks, or AR points, or whatever. Obviously, I'm a proud mom. Not for the recognition it brings to them now, but to the places it will take them now as well as later.
To kick off our summer we made a trip to the library. It wasn't quite as eventful as Grace Sadler's trip to the library yesterday. This morning I was eating breakfast and thumbing through the paper while Ashley and I were discussing that she really wanted to get to the library today, especially before I have to drag them up to work today for a few hours. On the front page of today's paper is our branch of the library, with Grace Sadler's car smack in the middle of the children's section. She hit the accelerator instead of the gas and, thank goodness!!, only one other person was in the library at the time. He saw her coming and jumped out of the way. No one was injured, but the children's section is now a total mess and most of the books are either behind the circulation desk because their shelf was damaged beyond repair, or blocked off because there is still so much glass in and among the shelves. It is a total mess that makes me appreciate our library personnel that much more. Riley was very disappointed, though, that the books he wanted were all blocked off.
I got a book about journaling as a spiritual practice. It made me so excited to read and to write. I want to make sure my summer days all include some of both. The first summer I was a member at my pool, I didn't know ANYONE there, so I would take a book and it was my total sanctuary (even if my kids were fighting, they were too far away for me to hear them! :-) Now, my pool is my social sanctuary, and that's fun, but I have no reading time blocked out. I must make an effort to make time for that.
When we got home from the library, I reached to get all of my books, and paused to look through the book on journaling. After about 5 minutes I realize that, not only am I sitting in my car in the garage sweating while I read, but both of my children are also sitting in the car in the garage sweating while they read. We're hooked!
