Much to the chagrin of my oldest son, I am not a craft mom. Our craft cupboard is a sad collection of things I have picked up from the dollar store and anything that has been gifted to him over the years from his more creative aunts. So crafting in our house only lasts so long.
Much to my chagrin, the boys don’t want to spend rainy days curled up with books for hours on end, reading silently. In fact the only way for me to enjoy solitary, daytime reading is relaxing my “no Wii” during the weekdays rule and that is a slippery slope.
My Book About Me has proven to be this summer’s favourite rainy day past time.
My Book About Me is written by Me, Myself with some help from my friends Dr. Seuss and Roy Mc Kie.
That’s right. Written my Me, Myself. Or in most cases, by your child, about themselves.
The book starts off fairly benign.
First of all there is one thing you should know.
Am I a boy?
Or am I a girl?
Well, I’ll tell you.
I am a __________________ (write your answer here).
I weigh ____________ pounds.
How tall am I? I am ______ feet, _________ inches tall.
Pages and pages capture information about the here and now of your child’s life but of course things quickly get silly in that delightful Dr. Seuss way.
I can make noises, (check all that apply)
Like a rooster
Like a dog
Like a cat
Like a goat
Like a sheep
Like a goose
Like a train
My family loves my noises. Yes or No?
The boys work away on their books independently, and every once in a while I hear a giggle or a rooster noise.
Once completed these books will hold a special place on our shelves as a snapshot of who my boys were when they were 5 and 6 years old . . .
And their wobbly, misshapen letters will continue to tug at my heartstrings long after they are too big to sit in my lap and discuss the merits of life as a giraffe.*
*I wish I were a giraffe/ I am glad I’m not a giraffe. Check one.