It finally happened. After many month of trying, of starting up then stopping, the day finally arrived…and I couldn’t be happier.
I’ve been wanting to read Tyler The Hobbit, and have slowly been trying to sneak in a page or two during our nightly bedtime reading sessions. Up until last night Tyler quickly grew tired of the story and wanted to move on to more placid affairs such as Sponge Bob or My Little Puppy. “That’s okay, buddy,” I would tell him as I closed The Hobbit. “Maybe we’ll try again later.”
I didn’t want to push him. I didn’t want to force him to listen to a story that he had no interest in.
But last night, I asked him if he wanted to read The Hobbit, and he nodded yes (which he always does but soon wants to move on to something else (see the above paragraphs)). I picked up the book, opened it, and after a page asked if he wanted to stop, but he said, “No, keep reading.”
Two pages in, and again I asked if he wanted me to stop reading. “No daddy, keep reading.” Awesome! We’re making progress.
Five pages in, and he had questions. He wanted to know more about hobbit holes, wizards, and dwarves.
Ten pages in and I asked if he wanted to stop. “I want to go on an adventure with Gandalf,” he blurted out.
“You got it, buddy! I think we’re about to go on a big adventure. Do you want to read more tomorrow?”
Finally! My son is actually able to focus on a story arc that’s longer than a few pages and is more in depth than a Golden Books children’s book. And I more than misted up a little when I saw his eyes widen with excitement as we read about Bilbo, his home, wizards, fireworks, and having dwarves as house guests.
It’s moments like this that makes being a parent feel singularly special.