They both love stories!
Cuckoo and Baba, they both do!
I love telling them one, and love reading one with them, and when they were little, loved reading for them.
Cuckoo picked up reading, thanks to our random story-reading and story-telling sessions. Every night it would be a small book. And then slowly, before I knew she could read. I hope she reads more and more and keeps it up, forever.
Baba on the other hand, started to read quite late. He reads, the way a small kid would.
He is 9, but I still find him small. I still see, the lil baby that the nurse put on my chest soon after his birth.
Baba, is the inquisitive one, the creative one, blends his story and drawing together and creates magic.
Cuckoo, is the quieter one, and keeps the stories to herself.
But they both love stories, especially their birthday stories.
I reserve the story-telling of their birth, for their birthdays.
It is precious to me, so has to be narrated on a special day.
This year, with the lock down and me being stuck here in UK, I missed telling Baba his birthday story.
Before these precious stories fade away, I want to put them down in black n white so that you both know what a journey it was.
Luv,
Mumma
Cuckoo and Baba, they both do!
I love telling them one, and love reading one with them, and when they were little, loved reading for them.
Cuckoo picked up reading, thanks to our random story-reading and story-telling sessions. Every night it would be a small book. And then slowly, before I knew she could read. I hope she reads more and more and keeps it up, forever.
Baba on the other hand, started to read quite late. He reads, the way a small kid would.
He is 9, but I still find him small. I still see, the lil baby that the nurse put on my chest soon after his birth.
Baba, is the inquisitive one, the creative one, blends his story and drawing together and creates magic.
Cuckoo, is the quieter one, and keeps the stories to herself.
But they both love stories, especially their birthday stories.
I reserve the story-telling of their birth, for their birthdays.
It is precious to me, so has to be narrated on a special day.
This year, with the lock down and me being stuck here in UK, I missed telling Baba his birthday story.
Before these precious stories fade away, I want to put them down in black n white so that you both know what a journey it was.
Luv,
Mumma
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