Yesterday afternoon we headed out to dinner with friends and decided to do a bit of shopping while we were in the shopping centre. Our favourite brand of shopping include books, CDs and DVDs. And there were sales on at two of the books stores and the music shop so…
Next month is our niece’s first birthday, yes somehow a whole year has passed since she was born and we are still not even pregnant! Anyway, we are firm believers in educating kiddies, early and ensuring they receive the right stimulation to be able to develop to their full potential. So I wondered over to the kids section of the book sale. Maybe a year is too young for story books, but I don’t think kids are ever to young for a bed time story.
Anyway, I found them. I found the set of books I have dreamt of collecting for our babies one day. They weren’t a particular set of books that I have been looking for, just the perfect set. Beautiful hard cover with stunning illustrations, big writing and not too many words on the page. Awesome books I can just see us sitting and reading as bed time stories. Books where you spend as much time pointing at the pictures and talking about the images on the page as you spend reading the words. Books where you write your child’s name in the front… you know the one’s where the front page says ‘This book belongs to _______’. They had Bambi and Dumbo and Snow White and The Rescuers and Pinocchio (one of my favourites, my brother could never say Pinocchio and he used to call him ‘Nockino’) and the Lion King. (Sorry I have to digress, has anyone noticed how the Lion King DVD is not on sale ANYWHERE in South Africa and we have tried everywhere). I picked up one of every book and just held them close. And carried on looking for books for our niece.
Eventually I called over DefTTC to have a look at what I had found. I got all choked up and the tears welled in my eyes as I realised that I was going to have to put those books back down. There was NO WAY ON EARTH I was buying those books for anyone else’s child! And I just couldn’t buy them for ours. It hit me like a tonne of bricks that I can’t bring those books into our home. What if we never have a child to read them to? What if the blank space where it says ‘This book belongs to _______’ stayed empty forever. Those storybooks would be there to haunt be and torment me and break my heart. And so we walked away empty handed, in the end I couldn’t face buying any kiddies books.
I told you of the beautiful email my step-mom sent me during our IVF cycle. The bit that really broke me was where she wrote: “I have all the children’s books a couple of crates full that are waiting to be read again. Each one has a memory for me, a memory of the little faces looking and absorbing and visualising the stories as they were being read to.”
One of the most treasured things I have of my Mom’s is her Children’s Picture Bible. It is ancient and the cover is falling off and some of the pages are torn and I think some of the pages are even coloured in, but it is beautiful. Not that I am religious, but it’s a beautiful book with stunning pictures that tell stories with a lesson.
I read someone’s blog a while back and for her baby shower instead of everyone giving her a card, every person who went to her baby shower, bought her baby a book and wrote of their love and hopes and dreams for the child. How stunning an idea is that! I absolutely LOVE it! Her child will be entering life with a beautiful collection of stories from all the people who loved him before he was even born!
I’m ready to read bed time stories NOW!