Bedtime Stories
6:25 PM Edit This 0 Comments »Since Hunter was a little moosh (mouse) he loved to be read to. Early on, he learned how to hold a book and mimic the sound of reading with patterned garbles.
My all-time favorite author is Shel Silverstein with "The Giving Tree" being my all-time favorite book. Tonight, I read to Hunter from Silverstein's "Where the Sidewalk Ends" and thoroughly enjoyed the poem:
Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly
in my bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questions
of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying
flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . .
How did it go?
How did it go?
Shel Silverstein
Then, once Hunter was asleep I opened my latest issue of Cookie Magazine and noticed they, too, highlighted an excerpt of this poem in their April issue. Weird...but I guess not so weird because it's such a beautiful expression of how our youth, innocence, open-mindedness, and imagination is so easily lost as we age and become cynical young adults. Then we have our own children and we're reminded of how purely they view the world around them. It's an enlightening thing to have a child embark on discovery. I feel privileged to share in Hunter's wonder. It makes me feel fortunate to have a "second perspective" on life.
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