Recently, I overheard one of our kids tell a friend that we were going to pick up some books at the library. There was an audible guffaw.

“The library? Who reads books anymore? That sounds so boring!”

The reply? “You’re talking to the wrong family.”

And my heart could have ballooned me clear up in the clouds. For one of my teenagers—who has struggled with a sense of belonging—to equate themself and reading to our family was a balm to us both.

You see, when my husband and I were unable to make any babies after being married for seven years, we figured we’d better find them some other way. Our plan was to adopt an infant to raise as our own. But when we were presented with the opportunity to adopt a sibling group of three young foster children, my inexperienced mother’s heart leapt at the chance. This was an answer to untold prayers, the filling of such a terrible longing.

The very first time we met our kids at the DCFS office, we played together, I fed them snacks, and my husband read them a book we had brought. Those three activities (playing, eating, and reading) seem to have stuck with us. They are a part of every morning, evening, and outing. Some of our kids can’t imagine getting in the car without a book in hand.

After raising our children for 10 years now and making mistake after mistake, I have to remind myself that their situation would (most likely) be worse had we not adopted them. They are wonderful, strong-willed, talented, creative, funny kids, each with their own struggles. In addition, one was born drug affected and consequently has had difficulty in nearly every developmental aspect.

“Through stor[ies] we seek to know ourselves and we seek to be known. Thus we become joined with others.”¹

As parents, we have checked all the boxes: reading various books, researching websites, seeing psychologists and numerous therapists (for them and us), and joining support groups. Unfortunately, none of it has resulted in an exemplary home life. We just keep trying our best every day. Same as you.

We did end up also making two babies, which was another miracle! We are truly blessed with our houseful of kids. They all come with challenges, but luckily we have earned honorary degrees in psychology and detective work.

With an actual degree in teaching, it has been an enlightening experience rearing both neurotypical and neurodivergent children. I look forward to sharing more of the lessons we’ve learned through our mistakes and our happy accidental wins, specifically when it comes to reading. Our older kids may not have our genes, but we all share a love of books, which has helped us to bond almost more than anything else. The author Julius Lester once wrote, “Through stor[ies] we seek to know ourselves and we seek to be known. Thus we become joined with others” (51).¹ I know you can harness that power for yourself and your children, as well.

Why does reading matter to you? There are a myriad of possible reasons (education, entertainment, and escape are just a few). But without a purpose or motivation for reading, it will be difficult to make it a priority. This week, I invite you to discuss this topic with your kids. Tell them why you believe reading is so important. Find or make a reason if you don’t already have one.

¹Lester, Julius. On Writing for Children & Other People. First Edition, Dial Books, 2004.

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