Every once in a great while, my brilliance amazes even me. And bear with me, I’ll get to it in a moment.
As a child, the way to my heart was to play with my hair. In the 6th Grade, there was a girl that sat behind me in school who would play with my hair. She fiddled and brushed and braided, until I nearly fell to the floor because I was so very relaxed.
Falling to the floor was something the nuns disapproved of, so I did my dead level best to appear interested in everything that was taught.
Which is never easy when you eyes have slammed shut and you’re drooling.
You might say that my love language is touch. Fiddledaddy knows this well, and he has the ability to completely put me to sleep by simply stroking my head while he’s reading at night.
I’ve made a ritual of reading to my girls at night before they go to sleep. I use to grab a book from the library shelf, all willy nilly, and hope for the best.
But, after a few horrendous book choices, I began to peruse my copies of “Honey for a Child’s Heart”, “Books Children Love”, and “The Well Trained Mind” for book list recommendations. Books that use wonderful descriptive language, and have a character building story line. And aren’t stupid.
This reading ritual is a wonderful time for all concerned. And I’ll tell you why. One night, Emme decided that she would brush mommy’s hair. Not as an act of kindness, but as a ruse to get mommy to stay in the room longer.
And it worked!
So, I decided to use it to my advantage. Every night, before reading time, I bring in the nice soft hairbrush, and a box of hair accessories. The girls use to fight over who got to “decorate” mommy’s hair, but now I’ve established that they take turns.
To be fair, and all.
It’s a win-win situation. I get petted for as long as I read. Consequently, I read to them for a nice long time.
I exit their room with some interesting hair styles, to be sure. Fiddledaddy often refuses to have a serious conversation with me until I’ve taken out the 7 braids, 25 hair clips, and singular hair bow.
I am especially enjoying this reading time also because of, well, the reading. Lately, we’ve devoured “The Courage of Sarah Noble”, “The Wheel on the School”, and now we’re finishing “Henry Huggins.”
Which leads me to ask y’all for your recommendations for great read aloud books for kids.
It is my hope that I can keep this little ritual going until they leave for college. Or all my hair falls out. Whichever comes first.