The boys worked on unpacking books last week, mostly so as to get rid of all those boxes piled in the middle of the library (aka dining room). Things are fairly well organized, seeing as how we boxed books by subject matter. But the library still needs straightening. So yesterday I was putzing with rearranging shelves a bit.
And it hit me like it hadn't hit me before.
The picture books, the Richard Scarry, the Dr Seuss, and the board books were up too high. A 3-yr-old couldn't reach them. I moved them to shelves closer to the floor. All those books I love! The Little House and Katie and the Smallest Bear and Harold and the Purple Crayon and Time for Bed, Sleepy-heads and Good-night, Moon! And I'll have someone to read them to. Someone to grab books and toys off the shelf, and come crawl into my lap, and say, "Read, Grandma." Not just a theoretical person who will come along someday in the future. But a real person, a person God already made, a person whose sex and hair color and body build is already known to our Father, a person who will be here sooner than later.
Putting books onto bookshelves is not supposed to be all mushy and misty-eyed like it turned out to be.
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This warms my heart. =)
ReplyDeleteWelcome to Grandparent-hood....a very mushy time!
ReplyDeleteHow sweet!
ReplyDeleteSusan, you made me all weepy!
ReplyDelete(Especially since I just saw your beautiful daughter last night!)
Almost as tough as watching the heads disappear around the dinner table is watching the "little books" get dusty. We had so many, they get dusty even WITH three grandchildren! Some have gone to the library, some to other friends, and some are read again and again to new, little heads. I am SO looking forward to that for you!
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