Friday, February 25, 2011
I am a terrible (by that i mean prolific) toy buyer so I can identify. But my purchases have been tempered slightly by the fact that i have two boys. I love the joy of giving them lego and other toys that bring on squeals of joy, but dont feel the same glee because lets face it i didnt dream of playing with fire trucks, lego, hot wheels cars etc.
But now with a daughter on the way i find myself fantasising about a whole new level of indulgence. Now dont picture barbie castles and princess palaces. I am just not that kind of girl. I didnt really do the doll stuff too much. I think that the rag dolls and other cuddlies are cute but dont remember every fantasising about having a barbie malibu mansion with a corvette in the driveway.
Books. Now books are an addiction. They still are. As a child i always dreamt of having a huge library that was all mine. I have bought a load of books for the boys, that also reflect my childhood reading. They have all the Roald Dahls, lots of Hardy boys and Willard Price. And yes, i did read Willard Price. They have lots of Famous five and other Enid Blytons. So i thought that i had covered all bases.
Until i stuck my head into the hospice shop the other day and there on the shelf were two Nancy Drews. I had an AHA moment. I could buy all the girls books! Joy! Bliss! A whole new world of book buying opened up to me. She can read all the books i have bought already but there are lots more experiences waiting for her (and me).
And she is not the only little W on my mind when i think of books. Right now i am in a kind of ecstatic bliss about Gabby's reading. This year he has started to read alone. As in take a book and lie on his bed and read. I go down the passage and peek in the door and when i see him lying on his bed reading, i get warm and fuzzy inside. I get it. We share something! My hard work for the past 7 years has paid off. It inspires me to keep reading to Seth. He loves it and i live in hope that we will all read together. Two mornings ago Gabby confided in me that he was tired because he snuck the light on after i had put him in bed to read "Just one more page from James and the Giant Peach mommy. I just had to know what came next."
And i didnt scold him.
How could i, be there so many times, baby boy!