Book Talk

We're visiting our grandkids for this Memorial Weekend. I brought books for the kids. I always bring books. Books for me to read, and books for gifts for them. Always books. I guess it's a grandma's job. The title of one book is "Grandma and Me". It's a lift-the-flap book. It begins by asking Who's at the door. You guessed it, it's grandma and she brought books. As we sat visiting, my granddaughter asked if she could have some Cheese-its we brought with us. I teased her that she could only have one. She said, "Only one, not too much." She kept jabbering something. My daughter explained it's a book they read. They held this whole book talk. She made a connection from one word in our conversation to a book she reads regularly with mom. Two and a half and she loves reading. She'll sit and read the new books over and over. Since I got here we've read the books twice. After each one she says, "What next?" That's the best thing about books, there is always another to read.

Saturday Call

I just finished my Saturday call with my grandson. This time he called me. What a wonderful treat to pick up the phone and hear that sweet voice at the other end. Sometimes it feels like we don't have much to say to each other. I ask the standard questions; How're you doing in school? What have you been reading lately? Have you written in your journal? Can you make a picture for me? His responses are usually short. Doesn't matter. I understand. The news is old news to him. He's already lived it. I asked my daughter to help with this by having him keep a small pocket notebook to make a list of things to tell Gubba. Hearing his voice is the best gift. The things he says is the icing on the cake.