It had finally happened. My family and I have waited for years and now after trying relentlessly, I got that positive. I was finally pregnant! A rush of emotions ranging from elation to fear surged through my body. I began doubting it, I had seen a heartbreaking amount of negatives in the last two years, what if my mind was just making it up? I had to test repeatedly to convince myself until I finally believed it, a miracle had occurred, I was having a baby. I knew that my life was about to change, I was the oldest of seven siblings and helped care for several babies. I lived through the restless nights of screaming, the tantrums in the terrible twos, I assumed that I knew it all. There was one thing that I never expected to happen and that …show more content…
Letters climbing a tree, pigs singing, finger puppets, all ideas that in our adult life we think are silly but now they were some of my favorites. The uniqueness and unpredictable events made the books more interesting. As I continued to read these stories with my daughter, I began to change how I read them, I added voices and hand movements. I was discovering a new part of myself, one that embraced the silliness. When reading the Three Little Pigs I somehow became four different characters all with their own pitch and personality. I began to want more, my creative side was sparking, this new side of me was starting to be more prominent. I started making up my own stories, something I never knew that I had the ability to do. Instead of taking books to bed I would somehow start making up fairy tales with my daughter as the main character, making random songs for daily tasks such as brushing our teeth or bath time. Discovering this new fun side of me made me realize how much I loved all the ways that words could come …show more content…
I used to be an avid reader through my childhood, I would read before school, during lunch and after school till I fell asleep. Then I graduated and moved out and just lost interest in reading since I had other priorities that I needed to focus on, that I just felt like reading was at the bottom of my list. Right after my baby was born I made sure I read to her for twenty minutes a day, it started as a chore but that soon changed. She started to respond to the books with smiles and laughs, which made reading to her more enjoyable. When she became mobile she began to pick out books and bring them to me, seeing her excitement towards reading made me excited to read to her. I have two whole bookshelves of books that hadn’t been touched in years and now I was gaining interest again. I grabbed a book one night to take to read in bed and I became so engulfed in it that I stayed up hours longer than I should have. I forgot that reading a book creates such a visual picture in your mind, you begin to relate to the characters and can feel their emotions throughout the story. I now have a time set aside for me to have uninterrupted reading and I look forward to that time all