52 Weeks of Brotherhood, Week 10

52 Weeks of Brotherhood

52 Weeks of Brotherhood

I used the camera this week. Bonus.

52 Weeks of Brotherhood Week 10

52 Weeks of Brotherhood

I needed to go to the library the other evening after dinner. Before I told the boys what I needed to do, I asked them what they wanted to do.

“Can we go to the library?”

“Yeah, I want to get some new books.”

Yes. Yes we can. And yes we did.

Despite the fact that I complain they’re growing too fast, one of the joys of having children who aren’t fully reliant on my every breath is that they don’t need me every second of every moment in every place. Yes, there’s some sadness to that as well, but let’s focus on the fact that, oh my goodness, I can walk the rows of the adult books without someone sighing or whining or saying, “Haven’t you found a book yet?” Instead, we hit the children’s department first. I help them pick books. They mostly know what they want, but I offer up suggestions as well. They usually get one book they pick out entirely on their own and one book I help locate. Last time, LittleBrother ended up with a book about tarantulas as I know he’s going through a big bug phase. He loved it.

After they pick their books, they sit down at the tables. Sometimes they read the books they have picked. Sometimes they read the magazines that sit next to the tables. LittleBrother has discovered the Scooby Doo comic books and regularly picks one up. I can sometimes hear him giggle while I’m off, touching the spines of books and reveling in the smell and space and time. Less so as I’ve reminded him to use his quiet voice in the library. This past time he remembered; I heard not a peep from him as I judged books by their covers, held them in my hands and put them back. He even whispered to the librarian when it was his turn to check out his books. I died of cute.

LittleBrother can read on his own now, but every now and then, he’ll ask his brother, “Will you read this to me?” BigBrother sat down this evening and read through the Elephant and Piggie book that LittleBrother brought home and has read to me no less than ten times. Then he ran to his room to find another of Mo Willems‘ series from his shelf to give to his brother as he recently did with the Fly Guy series books.

Bonding over books?

Oh, my heart!

2 Comments

  1. Oh my heart just melted too. My favorite place growing up was a library or a book store. I could get lost for hours and often did. I especially loved librarians. They would recommend things and and we would talk about characters. Even in high school. #NerdsUnite

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    • You’ll appreciate this story. I was bopping around our library system’s website, putting books on hold left and right the other day, and I went to request a book — that was located at MY FIRST LIBRARY EVER. I had a big ole trip down memory lane. Man, I loved that place.

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