This week I had a really hard time thinking of something I did right. It’s not that it was a particularly bad week. It was just a busy week for a family with two teenagers, two tweens, and a toddler. And I was a little too tired for all the busy-ness. Certainly too tired for reading to my toddler.
But miraculously, the thing I DID do right this week was reading to my toddler.
I’m really bad at reading to my kids. Really bad. Like, I hardly ever do it. I haven’t always been that way though.
When I was a 21-year-old college student with two toddlers, I was a rock star at reading to my kids.
By the time I had my two daughters, I was terrible at reading to my kids.
The boys were old enough to read to themselves, and reading to the girls just seemed like such a laborious task. I didn’t do it nearly often enough and I still feel bad about that. Looking back, I realized that I was very depressed and I’m sure that was a major factor. But I’m being treated for that now and doing much better.
Now, with BB, I really want to read to him more, but for some reason I find it so difficult to even remember to.
And when I do, I just can’t seem to muster the energy. Which is sad. Because it doesn’t take a lot of energy to sit on the couch and read a five page board book.
But I did it this week. As I was reading to him, I remembered how enjoyable those sweet moments can be. When your usually rambunctious toddler just sits quietly with you, pointing out pictures he recognizes in the book, it’s very tender. And I’ve been missing out.
Not only is this the thing that I did right this week, but it’s also my goal for next week. To read more to BB. He needs it. And that’s something I can definitely do for him. Even when I’m tired.