When my boys were beginning readers, a mom with children in college expressed a regret.
I wish I had continued reading aloud to my children, even when they were in high school.Marilyn Rockett, Author of Homeschooling at the Speed of Life
I loved reading to my boys, so it was easy to take Marilyn’s regret to heart that day. During the middle school and high school years, we read together although audio books sometimes were a read-aloud substitute.
I read aloud for the love of sharing my favorite books with my favorite people. I didn’t fully realize we were receiving a heritage of common memories.
This past year, my youngest son called with details of a scene and asked if I remembered the book from fifteen years ago. Of course, I did. How could I forget the memoir Belles on Their Toes by Gilbreth and Carey? I was not surprised that I remembered the last book I read aloud to the entire family, but I was surprised that he did.
It turns out my sons remember even more about our books—not only their plots but where we were at the time they listened.
Any favorite read-aloud memories?