Half a century later, my children read the books I read

My son Takeh was born when I was 47.

So there is about half a century of age difference between us.

My mother is an old-fashioned person who likes to keep things. So I still have clothes I wore as a baby and toys I played with as a baby at my parents’ house. When they reappear as Takeh’s, it will be after about half a century. That’s an amazing amount of time.

I find a picture book I read as a child and read it to Takeh. It is not only a reliving of my own memories, but also a moment when the synapses of my brain connect for the first time in half a century.

When I read him books like “Daruma-chan to kaminari-chan” and “Sora-iro no tane”, he vaguely remembers that he also read those books about half a century ago.

Childhood memories are very dear to me. As I read to my child, I remember why I liked that picture book so much.

But it is probably too early for him at two years old. He just looks at the book with amusement. I think this kind of reading will not leave a lasting impression on his memory.

He will probably read the book in a year or two and it will remain in his mind as a memorable picture book.

I also think it is important for parents to read the same picture book to their children over and over again.

I do not have a large library in my house, and many of the picture books I read are books I borrow from the library. Libraries, with their vast collections, offer a variety of intellectual experiences, but they have the disadvantage of not being as memorable as music in school.

I’m kind of wondering if I should build a bookshelf at home and have a large collection of books for his future creation of “good childhood memories”.



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