Who determines what a child’s favorite book is? What if the child finds more joy in the enthusiasm of an interested parent than in her own selfish desires?
My mother told me I was a wonderful oldest child because I always enjoyed the accomplishments of my younger siblings. I found true joy in their joy. (I still do)
So when my father tells me my favorite book was The Bear in The Boat, by Ilse-Margret Vogel, who am I to argue? I don’t remember the book very well, but my father does. Even now, almost forty years later he can still recite at least the first few pages by heart.
Was it really my favorite, or was it his? And did I ask for it over and over again because I loved the enjoyment I heard in my father’s voice as he repeated the nonsense lines or because I truly liked the silly story?
I don’t think it matters. When I think of the answer to the question, what was your favorite bedtime story, this is the title that pops in my mind. And all the reasons for that response are good ones, even if they aren’t about me at all.
PS. Rara did her’s a day late so I am too. So there.
PS. Again – Now I’m going to have to read all about Ilse-Margret Vogel – She and her husband were artists living in Nazi Germany during the war. She wrote a memoir – but it seems I’ll have to go to the library to get a copy… I want electronic versions of everything!