My husband and I met at a bookstore. It wasn’t just one of those ‘meet cute’ stories — no, we were bookish nerds working at an independent bookstore for a combined total of 15 years. (Go nerds!) Our home is filled with books, past its capacity, and there are more hidden out of view in my husband’s e-reader. So when we had kids, we knew we wanted to instill a love of reading in them.
I’m pretty sure it’s working.
We’ve been reading to the kids since they were itty babies. I’m sure they liked being held and talked to more than the actual stories they were listening to, but as they grew, so did their attention spans. Soon we were reading some of our childhood favorites (Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs, being one of mine) to them, and introducing them to new stories on a regular basis. I don’t like buying too many toys for the kids, but books are my weakness and I acquiesce to their accumulation. Walking in on my kids quietly reading is the reward.
Stacks of books overflow in both my daughter’s and son’s rooms. We clean up, only to find books scattered around the house later that day. If that’s the price to pay for kids who love books though? Worth it. (And, um, next comes working on instilling a love for cleaning up. One can hope, right?)