2016 celebrates the 16th annual National Storytelling Week from Saturday January 30th to Saturday February 6th.
Which in a household of two children just sounds faintly ridiculous. The fact that reading aloud needs to have an awareness week feels so unnecessary because it is such an integral part of my family’s life.
I read aloud for a living. I’ve also been devouring books since I was knee high to a grasshopper. Sadly I struggle to read now. Too tired and obviously I need to check Insta/FB/Twitter one last time before bed. But I love my podcasts and that’s kind of the same.
If Emmie had her way, I’d be reading to her constantly. Sadly it’s such a Busman’s Holiday* that embarrassingly I’m not always that keen to read to her. Especially as her current tome of choice is a children’s bible. She’s a regular Holy Joe is my daughter. In her defence, I bought it for her. But that’s because I was sick of her obsession with baby Jesus and the Nativity. I thought that she’d be excited by all the other stories but no, we still read the bloody Nativity every day. I’m thinking of losing it in the bin pretty damn soon. We’ve had it since last Wednesday.
Reading is another one of James’s jobs when he’s home and I fell in love with him a little bit more when, just before he left, he sat down and recorded a load of Emmie’s favourite books for her so that she would still have Daddy read to her at bedtime. It makes it feel like there’s still a part of him with us when we press play.
And Joe loves it too. Admittedly he likes the “That’s not my bear, monkey, Santa,” series which are all about the touch and feel but he likes the sounds.
There are events on all across the country this week in celebration. Check it out and see if there’s one near you.