Originally published: February 5, 2012
Colt had an amazing week last week. Every day was filled with smiles and proud presentations of the ‘school/home communication book’ that they use to rat him out to us daily. It’s usually filled with an outline of the challenges they faced through the day (his teachers) and not those he faced, however, this week was all sunshine and accolades. He earned ‘free time’ several times daily (the motivational tool they use to help him successfully complete a task at his desk) and the reports were glowing from everyone. He told me, proudly, that he treated his best friend Emily “like a princess” the entire week and he listened to his teachers without saying no!
Of course, he got tons of praise and all the hugs and kisses he could stand for trying so hard, but I thought that this week he deserved an extra treat. I went to my favourite used bookstore – wow, I love that place…dusty shelves of books from floor to ceiling, shelves at all angles, crammed full on both sides. The smell of the paper and the crushing feeling of being surrounded by all those words…its like a form of meditation to me.
The last time I had visited, Colt came along and spent a happy hour lolling on the floor and looking through dozens of kids books. He found a handful of those old Garfield strip comic books, black and white printed on that soft gray paper and even though he couldn’t read many of the words, he LOVED those books. I got him a few and he spent hours reading them and howling over some of the pictures…he still loves them now; takes them to bed and night and reads them with a flashlight under his covers.
I went back to the kids section, intent on buying him a new one, and went to work. Books in this place are shelved, mostly, but the overflow gets stacked on the floor, especially the kids books. After 20 minutes of searching I was about to give up when this super-creepy guy in a black trench coat and black fedora came right up and sat on the floor beside me to thumb through the piles of Archie comic books next to where I was sitting. He was practically in my lap so I scooted awkwardly away on my bum and knocked a pile of books over in my haste….and yep, you guessed it, Garfield comic book, right the bottom. It was a nice, big, anniversary book in full colour and was in really good shape so I happily cashed out and smiled all the way to the sitter’s house to pick him up.
I gave him the book in the car with minimal fanfare, just told him how proud we are of him and what a great job he did that week and, let me tell you, that child went bananas 😀 He was SO excited when he saw it was Garfield he yelled “OH WOW MOM!!!!” (he almost never yells) and burst into happy giggles. He started to read it immediately and wouldn’t even detach long enough to talk to me all the way home other than to announce,
“Oh mom! I LOVE this book!”
He has come to tell me exactly how much he loves his new book at least three dozen times since Friday evening. I’ll hear him talking away in the living room, then silence…uproarious laughter…footsteps as he comes running to report, with tears in his eyes from the laughter, that he LOVES his new book. 🙂 He’ll throw his arms around me and thank me for getting it for him, then runs back to read some more.
What an awesome kid he his. I made his whole weekend with a second-hand book, given as a reward for being such a good boy all week. *sigh* I am one lucky mama.