Wednesday, May 26, 2010

(Close To) Wordless Wednesday: The Reader

I love those moments where your perspective shifts and you can see yourself in your child's shoes, when you can remember what it felt like to be a kid, right down to what it sounded and smelled like. (Cicadas and onion grass do it for me, every time.)

And while it goes without saying that I love that Ethan seems to have inherited my voracious appetite for reading, I love it even more that completely of his own accord, he found this little spot on a tree stump next to our garage and has made it his de facto reading corner. Eyjafjallajokull could erupt over the house next door and he would stay rooted to that very spot, riveted and entranced by the words on the page.

I remember doing the same exact thing.


  1. I would never have thought of it, but I completely agree - onion grass smells just like childhood. And I love when kids inherit such great traits, he looks adorable on his tree stump.

  2. I can smell onion grass now. And daffodils.

  3. So sweet.


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  4. me, too!! and as a former first grade teacher, little readers *always* warm my heart!! very sweet post! :)