I’d always loved the idea of reading to kids when I was a teen and swore that by the time I had children of my own, I’d read to them as often as I could.
Even when my older son was a baby, I read to him every single night. As time went on, it became a place, a space, a time of bonding, of uninterrupted connectivity, of shared unbridled fun, of non-formal learning and deep joy.
I looked forward to that time of day, my sons too, that time when we entered our little bubble and for just a moment, we’d be cut off from the outside world.
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