Sean and his wife have a new baby boy. All my best wishes and congratulations.
Sean also hasn’t slept in a week. And won’t sleep a full night for quite some time, most likely. What you’re supposed to say to a friend at this time is, “Talk about not sleeping. Wait until he’s a teenager and going out for the evening with friends and his brand-new driver’s license.” But no—I have another soapbox to mount.
Reading to children.
You could even start now, Sean. He’ll love to lie against your chest and listen to the sound of your voice.
Read, read, and read, as he grows older.
For everybody out there who looks at our blog—both of you, or more we hope—read to children. If you have young children, grandchildren, nephews, nieces, neighbor children, read to them. Some libraries are looking for volunteers to read to children. Go. Do.
Give books for presents. Give books for birthdays, Christmas, Hanukah, Kwanzaa, give books to children on your birthday. Monday is coming up. Monday is a great day to give books. The Queen’s birthday will be celebrated in Western Australia on September 25. That’s a great occasion to give books, and it’s less than four weeks away, so you’d better get cracking.
Some years ago when one of my children was in eighth grade, he was encouraged to buy his own books at our local bookstore. I got a call from the manager saying the kid wanted to buy an adventure book, but the manager wasn’t sure about selling it to him because it had “racy” elements. Or maybe what she might have called s_x. Oh, please, it was mostly a quest book with a little mild sex, an Eric von Lustbader, as I remember. I said let him buy it. Reading is always better than not reading.
He’s grown up now, by the way, a perfectly civilized and admirable fellow.
Reading takes you into another mind in a way nothing else will. It’s the basis of learning. It’s also [gasp!] fun.
I think I’ll send Sean a copy of Pat the Baby.