Years ago, when I was learning to be a mom, my sister-in-law was a really good example to me. I drank in everything she did. She was raising a polite, well-behaved, smart little cookie. Hey, I want smart, polite, well-behaved little cookies, too!
One time, she told me that her very, sweet, adorable, blond-haired, perfect daughter decided to be a bit naughty. Oh my………….I waited to hear what the punishment was. How does a kind and loving mom handle “naughty”?
Really, you took all her beloved books away? That must have been three horrible, no good, rotten, crummy days? Did it work? She never again disrespected her books. Ah, I was catching on. She was teaching her daughter and me at the same time.
About 25 years ago, the same niece gave many of her favorite books to her stinky boy cousins (or I am assuming that is what a pretty, blond, fancy, sweet girl would call her boy cousins secretly). She generously gave us many well taken care of books. Our boys devoured them. They read them over and over. We the parents, were asked to read them over and over and over. Books were respected in our home. Books were and are valued in our family. We read those books while living in Oklahoma. We boxed them up took them to Germany. We brought them back to Washington state.
You know how the pages get almost “soft” from so much use? Yes, exactly like that. The spines of many of the books were worn, very worn. I think it would be politically correct to say “well-loved”. I am not even sure if a used book store would want them.
I want our Grands to have “new” everything. Bright and shiny. I want homemade things to grace their lives. I want them to have the very best of the best. We love buying brand new books, the latest, greatest authors, funny , silly, high quality art work, top of the line brand new books.
However, I wanted them to have and experience their Dad and Uncle’s books. I wanted them to understand what a gift they were looking at. These books are a part of our whole family.
We cared for those books. We saved them. Then a couple of years ago, we brought them back out and read them to our sweet, fancy grandgirlies. We taught them to treat them with respect. They would hop on the sofa and quickly sit and ask for a favorite to be read to them. We the grandparents would read them over and over and over.
In less than a couple of weeks, Grand #3 will be making his arrival.
Over the weekend, Papa and I gently and with care, packed up oodles of books. It is time for the books to head to California. Yes, they are worn, soft and well-loved. It is time for a new family member to be given the chance to love them.
Heartfelt and Sincere thanks to our wonderful niece who was brave enough and kind enough to share with her stinky boy cousins.
Your generous gift is still being taken care of and loved. You will now be making a difference in the life of yet another stinky boy cousin.