My 23 month old son absolutely loves books! We’ve been reading to him since he was 2 months old. We have all the classics (The Very Busy Spider, Brown Bear, etc). I’m hoping that his love of reading will continue throughout his life.
Real Presence of Real Books
by Ana Braga-Henebry in Family on Thursday, December 03, 2009 6:00 AM
The sacramental life of our Mother Church deals in the tangible reality of the creation for a reason: the physicality of good things can guide, teach, protect, and heal us. A child who grows up in the presence of good (and even great!) books may be profoundly affected in enduring, nurturing ways.
The recent canonization of Damian of Molokai drew me back into the living room of the childhood house. My love for this new saint originated in that living room where handsome hardwood bookshelves lined the walls, displaying titles, in several languages, that spanned the centuries of human history. Growing up surrounded by hundreds of books of literature, philosophy, biography and art was integral to my intellectual formation and has been woven into my life as a Catholic mother.
My father didn’t believe in the value of television. As our large family was a center for much visiting by family and friends, we spent much of our leisure time in that large room with walls of books. I can still “see” in my mind entire shelves with the titles displayed on colorful spines, some newer, some well-worn. Thus did I become acquainted with such authors as Tolstoy and Dostoyevsky, Maritain, Chesterton, and the great Brazilian writers, such as Machado de Assis.
Old Books, Old Friends
Great volumes with reproductions of sacred art held my attention for hours at a time across many years. Among all the minor books, encyclopedia, and dictionaries, there was one book—whether due to its format or its location on the shelf—that caught my year after year before I ever felt old enough (or tall enough) to actually bring it down. It was “Damiao o Leproso” by one John Farrow, who then I would not have recognized as the father of actress Mia Farrow.
A sturdy hardcover, translated into Portuguese from the original British publication, the book seemed unpretentious, yet it held promise. No attractive jacket blurb told me that was a biography of a humble Belgian priest. No customer reviews could warn me of how I would so deeply admire a man who fought against fortune and authority to give his life truly for Christ in the person of his leprous neighbors in Hawaii.
Many years passed. I married, began living my vocation of wife and mother, and I never forgot the story of the saintly priest who worked tirelessly, and died among his beloved lepers. Yet when he was beatified by John Paul II, it confirmed all I learned from that wonderful book: despite his shortcomings and his critics, he was indeed a saint! And I felt he was my friend.
When recently my teens joined a service group and voted Blessed Damien for the group’s patron, that book on the shelf came to mind. I could almost touch and smell it, and I rejoiced in knowing that the teens are inspired by such an exemplary friend in heaven!
Book Blessings Multiply
My husband and I bought a set of bookshelves many moves ago. They are white, fairly inexpensive, but sturdy places to hold our many books. After all, we have always enjoyed saying that once we brought our books together when we married, they quickly began to multiply!
Our cheerful shelves have been the “trademark” look of the Braga-Henebry household and the background for many family pictures through the years! After each move we have sought to reproduce the ordering: Catholic fiction, theology, poetry, Shakespeare, American and world Literature, history, science, our diverse books from college, and the books passed on from parents, and given by friends. My husband’s precious collection of Greek Loebs in their lime green jackets which have always adorned a top shelf. I just know that every time my kids visit a home with those small distinctive volumes displayed in a row they will recall home and conversations will ensue.
How many books on our shelves are even now inspiring our children? How many of these spines, covers, pages, and places will remain in their memory? How many poems, quotations, images? In what instances in life will they recall these old friends and fill their hearts with noble memories? By surrounding, enveloping our kids with books — good and true — the possibilities are boundless!
— Ana Braga-Henebry has a Masters Degree in Humanities from the University of Texas at Dallas. She has written myriad articles for Catholic homeschool periodicals, has been writing book reviews for over ten years, and blogs from the family acreage in South Dakota.
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Molly, even in our graduate school days, when money was beyond tight. we bought books: the best thing wort buying!
Ana, our oldest son graduated from high school last year.
There was a senior talent show, and one of the boys read “Oh, the Places You’ll Go!” by Dr. Seuss. I cried the whole way trhough, because I remembered all the times I had read that book with my son when he was little. (I’m sure I wasn’t the only one!) Then, when we took our son to college, there was that same book again: a drawing based on it is painted on the sidewalk at his school. Most of the students had probably been read that book as children and would remember.
I am also finding that books can tie older and younger siblings together. When much youunger sibs read things their older brothers and sisteres read, it creates a lovely bond.
And then there are the memories! One night, i was reading a chunky board book with our toddler, and an older son, who was seventeen at the time, smiled and said, “I remember that book!” I had not read it to him in fourteen years… but he remembered!
Amen to all you wrote, Ana.
When we were raising our six, every Friday night was Family Night, when we did something together as a family. Every month, one of those would be Library Night, when we all went down to the local library to check out the books. We had to limit them to no more than 10 books per kid, or it was impossible to keep track of them all when it was time to return them! The trips home from the library, and the weekend thereafter, were wonders of silence and tranquility as the kids poured over their piles of books, and then started trading them with one another.
Our strategy for encouraging reading was so counter-cultural as to be almost offensive to some: we have no television in our home. For entertainment, the kids had to read, so they grew up doing so. The difference it makes in their cognizance, mental acuity, and even attention span is unbelievable - we almost felt we were sending our kids to school with an unfair advantage over their fellows!
I’d recommend all parents read Neal Postman’s classic Amusing Ourselves to Death. It gives you an entirely new perspective on video vs. print, and how the form of our learning affects how we think.
Good for you, Prince! We do have a TV in the house, but my son (who will be turning 2 two weeks after Christmas) has never once watched a TV show. People are often shocked to hear this. There aren’t enough hours in the day to do the things I want to do with him, and I can’t imagine TV cutting into his play/learning time.
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