I’m sure by now you’ve picked up of the fact that we love reading in this house. Well at least Miss Two and I (and hopefully Baby Good in time too) are lovers of the written word. For me anytime is a good time to read, on the commute to work when I’ve had jobs in the city, in the car on a long trip, lazing in the backyard or at the beach or curled up on the couch when it’s cold or wet. But I especially love reading in bed. I read religiously in bed before I go to sleep, in fact this habit is so ingrained that I usually can’t sleep unless I’ve spent at least a few minutes reading. I occasionally decide it’s either too late or I’m too tired to read and try to go straight to sleep. Inevitably an hour or more later I roll over, turn the light on and read, having lain there staring at the ceiling, wide awake. And every time I wonder why I just didn’t read a bit in the first place and save all that time.
While reading before sleeping is my daily ritual, reading in bed in the morning is a luxury I seldom get a chance to indulge in these days – until recently that is. In the days prior to having children this was a weekend habit, but now we are early risers and each day starts with a burst of enthusiasm instead of the slow, quiet start that used to occur on Saturday and Sunday.
Miss Two spent several months in the habit of waking pre-dawn anywhere from 4.30am to 6.30am and most of our attempts are cajoling her back to bed were failures. Thankfully this is no longer the case and she now awakens at 7.15am, you could set your clock by her at the moment. I hear her padding down to my bedroom as I’m feeding Baby Good in bed, she brings her much-loved flat teddy and green blanky and deposits them on my bed and then disappears again. A few minutes later I hear the pad, pad, pad again as she re-appears carrying a pile of books. She crawls onto the bed, gets herself comfortable under the doona and on Mr Good’s pillow (he leaves for work quite early) and ums and ahs over which one to read first. So as Baby Good finishes her breakfast and gently goes back to sleep, Miss Two and I spend some time with Maisy, Alfie, Spot, Hairy McLary and all the rest. She will stick with the same books for several days or weeks until she knows it by heart. At the moment our morning books are the most wonderful collection, The Foggy, Foggy Forest by Nick Sharrat, Eight by Lyn Lee (my favourite) and The Dudgeon is Coming by Linley Dodd – all highly recommended.
So my indulgent morning of reading now happens daily, and while it may not be books of my choosing it is a lovely way to start each day and to share some quiet time with both of my girls.