I have never been one to try to recreate memories from my childhood with my own children. And to be perfectly fair, this says more about my upbringing and less about my magnanimity as a human being. But that aside, there was always one thing I yearned to share with each of my sons, a book that for me housed many moments of peace and wound up encapsulating—perhaps even helping to create–a personal philosophy and mode of being . . .
Please read more over at The Creative Mama . . . And leave a comment there, if you’d like. I’d love to know your favorite book growing up and if you ever shared your personal favorite with a child. What was his/her reaction?