The Librarian

Sometimes it really hits me just how many and varied are the responsibilities of parenting. There's stuff like the values we model, and then there's other stuff like making sure they get to all their teeth when they brush. It's a big gig. It's a gig that gives me infinite joy, ( oh, and sleepless nights occasionally too ) but I don't take the responsibility lightly. I'm conscientious, that's just how I'm wired. And I'm also a librarian.  So, imagine this: I go to my daughter's parent/teacher interview, and am told that my child is doing just fine (good), but....there's one thing....(uh oh) she could do with extending her reading . As I walk past the empty playground after the meeting I erupt; "bwah hahahaha". Because the irony certainly isn't lost on me.  But, I'm so glad for that parent/teacher meeting.  It got me to thinking. Both my older children have been hooked on reading book series - ch

I know, I may as well set up camp in their promotions department, but I just love them so.   Cross-stitch and Embroidery for Babies, Toddlers and Children  by Isabelle LeLoup has some really sweet little projects....and even though I haven't made anything from it, I am happy to just gaze at the beautiful styling, and feel inspired (to tidy my house and make it pretty like in the book) . x Library Girl

The Language of Flowers   by Vanessa Diffenbaugh was recommended to me by several friends, and after another phase of reading non fiction, it was an extra special treat to have a compelling bit of fiction to look forward to at the end of each day....  to be honest, I didn't always limit myself to bedtime reading - a few chores were ignored in the reading of this book!  Victoria Jones overcomes the emotional scars of a tumultuous and bleak childhood in foster care through a love of flowers, and the messages that they convey. The tale, told in a dual narrative between her child and adult self, weaves a story where struggle is intertwined with little glimpses of hope, and carried along by an underlying tension - she has done something that she fears she will never be forgiven for.   Victoria's tentative move towards happiness and love unfolds rather like a delicate flower - it's subtle and affecting.