A little piece of heaven...

 

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It had been weeks of dreary, gloomy, cold, rainy days here and I was on the brink of a breakdown. I needed to get out and do something or this gloom would creep itself inside my soul and I don’t want gloominess in my soul.

I packed up my three munchkins (which is no easy task). We got in the car, I set my GPS, and we drove.

“In ¼ mile turn left.” The GPS said while my kids giggled and peppered me with questions.

“Where are we going, mom?”

“How long is it going to take us to get there?”

“In ½ mile turn right.” I turned right as I began answering their questions, but I wanted to leave our destination a surprise. Because surprises are exciting!

“Make a legal U-turn and then proceed for ½ mile” That’s right, the GPS sent me the wrong way, it never sends me the wrong way.

I turn back around and my Buddy asks, “Mom, are we lost?” 

“No we’re not lost, Buddy.” And in the distance, I see the building. The building that will let our imaginations run wild and get us out of the house for an hour, at least.

We walk in the doors, and I can see the excitement in my kids’ eyes. They run through the stacks of books, pulling out books of every shape, size and color. They don’t care what the subject is; they take them off the shelf and look at every picture. 

After they had gotten their substantial stack arranged on the table, it was time for us to read the books. My Princess somehow managed to pick up Christmas books. My Buddy found a book on space. 

My Buddy sat and listed to every word I read. As I read the words scrolled across the pages, a sly grin crossed his lips. We were in his element; we were doing something he loves. My Princess may or may not have been crawling under the table the entire time we were there. For some reason, maybe her age, my Princess has a hard time sitting still and who can blame her when isle upon isle is beckoning her to come explore the books?

It doesn’t matter to me if they listened to every word, even though that’s really nice. What matters is my kids know I love to read. They know words are important to me and that books are special. That because of a book, you can escape reality and live in someone else’s shoes. You can travel the world with Dr. Seuss and turn pink with Pinkalicious. Books open our imagination and let anything become possible.

Each night before we go to bed, we read my favorite book. We open its pages as a family and listen to mom or dad read all about the Savior’s visit to the American Continent after His resurrection. My kids may not understand every word said, but they know that book is special and important to our family.

If you want a copy of the Book of Mormon, I’d love to send you one!

What are some fun traditions in your family? What is something that is important to you that you want your kids to understand it’s value?