My daughter loves this books about a unicorn named Sparkle. We got it this past February, when she was about six months old, and I read it to her every night after day care. Around 9 months, she began to interact with the book and demand it herself, three or four times a day. I couldn’t take another time reading it, so I looked it up and found out they were part of a series and ordered the rest. She came to them slowly, wandering away, disinterested, when the book didn’t tell her the story she was expecting. She has only recently become interested in the Halloween edition—Sparkle goes to a pumpkin patch with his human friend, Lucy. Lucy tells Sparkle how much she likes to be scared, how she enjoys the feeling. Sparkle disagrees. Hijinks ensue.
I love this story. Your daughter is both fierce and wise beyond her years. I'm going to follow her example and keep feeling the fear and doing it anyway!!!
I love this. Thank you. Your daughter seems like a sensitive, knowing soul. Reading this reminds me of the first time I felt a book perfectly articulate a feeling that seemed so potent, but unnameable — one of those feelings you wondered if other people were having. A certain loneliness or wistfulness or fear. Finding it in a book made me feel like someone else understood me, someone much wiser than me, someone almost divine, and I was so in awe of the fact that a book could do this to me. Books allowed me to experience these feelings safely and brace myself against them by practicing what they feel like and becoming stronger (in theory, at least). These moments of resonance with books seems so blissfully human. Your daughter is finding it early. With a mom who helps other people feel that same feeling when they read. Thank you!
I love how you write about this and the parallels you draw but I especially appreciate how you honor her as she is and give her the confidence to explore her fierce self.
I love this story. Your daughter is both fierce and wise beyond her years. I'm going to follow her example and keep feeling the fear and doing it anyway!!!
I love this. Thank you. Your daughter seems like a sensitive, knowing soul. Reading this reminds me of the first time I felt a book perfectly articulate a feeling that seemed so potent, but unnameable — one of those feelings you wondered if other people were having. A certain loneliness or wistfulness or fear. Finding it in a book made me feel like someone else understood me, someone much wiser than me, someone almost divine, and I was so in awe of the fact that a book could do this to me. Books allowed me to experience these feelings safely and brace myself against them by practicing what they feel like and becoming stronger (in theory, at least). These moments of resonance with books seems so blissfully human. Your daughter is finding it early. With a mom who helps other people feel that same feeling when they read. Thank you!
I love how you write about this and the parallels you draw but I especially appreciate how you honor her as she is and give her the confidence to explore her fierce self.