My boys are not readers.
This kills me. Because if I could get paid to read? I’d be in HEAVEN.
In other words, I AM a reader. I love to get lost in an imaginary world. I love to shed real life for a few hours and become someone else.
But my boys? Meh. Not interested.
So when I opened Jazz’s door the other day to see what he was up to, I was SHOCKED to see him reading. On his own. Without any encouraging from me.
He has an English class this semester and part of their weekly assignment is to read a book and then write a journal entry about what they read for the week. Jazz had a book on his book shelf that he took and when he finished, he asked if we could buy the next two books in the series.
I’ve always told my boys they NEVER have to ask if we can buy books. Ever. They want to read? I’m all over it.
So, we went to Borders, found the next two books and bought them. But Jazz couldn’t wait to find out what happened in the next book, so he dug right in.
It really, REALLY warms my heart to see him reading. This is definitely a moment I want to remember because it’s just so RARE.
Emily at Chatting at the Sky hosts a weekly “noticing” party – giving us a chance to unwrap and share the little gifts that God gives to us on a daily basis.