One of the most fun parts of being home and watching our children grow up is to see them interested in what I’m interested in.
A major event lately is the opening of a new box of comic books. About every two weeks I get a shipment of comic books from Midtown Comics–they do a good job, except for the packing peanuts, they are a pain. When I receive a new box, I usually wait until after dinner and after the baths are taken before I sit on the couch to open the new box. On each side of me sit my two two-year-old girls as I open the box a look at each comic book as I pull it from the brown paper bag that Midtown wraps them in.
Pulling each comic book out, I’m able to quiz the girls on which comic book hero that they are seeing and I take the tape off the back of the comic book bag, so that it will stick. This has gotten to be a special time for the girls–with noisy laughter and excitement.
Sometimes, I have to spend some times sorting my books in their boxes so that they will be organized and stored safely. I enjoy the time much more when they ask to help. Yes, they aren’t the most effcien, but the joy of sharing your hobby with the next generation makes it all worthwhile.