My son’s close relationship with books began when he was less than a year old with a book about vehicles. He was completely captivated with all the farm machines, the fancy trains, the swanky cars and not to mention the construction vehicles. Back hoe loader, digger, bull dozer – these were familiar indeed as he would see them in the neighbourhood construction sites. I became adept at recalling names of all kinds of vehicles, as I would read out the names to him as he admired the pictures!
In his toddlerhood, it was Thomas the Tank Engine and all his mates, who were my son’s best friends. Again, locomotives were a whole new world to me, the adult, and I discovered them along with my son. He would talk about the various characters to his older sister too, who discovered the series thanks to her brother!
As he steadily grew in height and weight, he progressed through Enid Blyton and Roald Dahl and is now a confirmed Potterhead! All these years, I have been thankful for the Kindle, as I have been saved lugging scores of books on all our trips in the city and travels outside. My daughter’s love for books matches if not exceed’s her brother’s, and life has been made much easier with hundreds of books with us all the time. Unexpected queues at the doctor’s or unscheduled waits at airports are not painful at all for our family – all we have to do is reach for the Kindle.
I am enjoying a reversal of roles – earlier I used to recommend books to my children, carefully checking if they are age appropriate. Now that there is so much variety in children’s literature, I enjoy reading books meant for my son and daughter. They know this well. So now they recommend books to me. It is such a happy state of affairs for a parent!