One of the things that really keeps me motivated to be a writer is sharing books I loved with my child. I read to her almost every night. It's been easy during the virus shutdown, but I know that these moments are going to become limited in the future.
She's getting old enough now that she's getting interested in sports and friends, which means less time for old dad. I'm fine with that, in face, I'm excited she's starting to pursue her own interests. I want her to.
I'm just thankful that I've gotten to share so many books with her. We've read a bunch, but recently we just finished The Hobbit. Before that, we read the whole Chronicles of Narnia. Right now, my wife is reading The Adventures of Alice in Wonderland with her.
I hope she cherishes these books as much as we have. And if not, I hope she finds her own books to love and shares them with her (future) children.
To any parents or peeps who think they'll become parents one day, please read to your children. Share with them the stories that you love and that have helped you become the person you are today. There are few things better for a child's character than the stories handed down from one generation to the next.