The Library is a Magical Place

She asked where Africa was so we pulled out our (old) globe

 We love the library. Every year, when the weather gets warm, we ride our bike down town every week and we visit the library. Between the two of us, she brings home a huge pile of 20-35 books. We often have the place to ourselves and as I sift through rows of stories, she takes the ones i`ve picked out to approve.

 Reading is such a special, beautiful thing. I want her to devour books with a great hunger. I want her to read whatever her heart desires to learn about. Since she started talking, she has expressed her love of animals (and babies.) and everything about them. When we got her a library card, she was beyond thrilled that she could take as many animal books as she pleased home.

 She is getting older now- two and a half to be exact- and she has started wanting 'real' books. Ones with real photos and facts and information. She listens and asks questions and talks about them. She wants to read them over and over. Jane Goodall is what she is liking best right now. She has also been asking for us to teach her to read. she desperately wants to be able to read for herself.

I thought she was only two and a half....

Slowly, so long as she remains interested, we are starting to teach her the steps to reading. What a little sponge. I pray she never looses her craving for learning. Its such a beautiful thing to watch blossom.

 I have always had a pull to literature, and writing and English classes were what excited me most  (besides theater) throughout school. I love to see her begin to have that pull. Who knows if she will grow to keep that pull, but we are enjoying it and feeding it while it's here.

 The library is a magical place, indeed.