Joy
One of the nicest things about being a dad is watching your kids discover and enjoy the same books you did.
Anyone remember Kick, Pass and Run? First published in 1966, this was one of those books the nuns ordered from Scholastic when I was in parochial school and I adopted it…to the point where I was bringing it with me to Bruins games at the old Boston Garden in 1970.
I went on Amazon and found the exact edition I remembered (I don’t know about you, but this is what I’m doing for my midlife crisis, going on line and tracking down cherished books from childhood to buy for my kids).
All of which is a roundabout way of expressing that little joy you get from watching your three-year-old open the same book and start reciting it from memory as she slowly starts to learn her letters.
“Rabbit was the first one to hear it…”
Happy Father’s Day.