When I was a child I hated reading! My Aunt Karen continued buying me books for every holiday though, just in case I ever developed an interest in them. I always opened her gifts last because I knew exactly what they were – books I didn’t want. However, now that I have a son and we read every night, I would give anything to have those amazing books in my possession again. Erik and I could not have been more opposite as children. No matter how tired he is, he refuses to go to bed without reading a book or having one read to him. Often times he’s still enjoying a different activity at bedtime and I ask him to make a choice: keep playing with your toys (or watching TV) for ten more minutes or we can read a book. I’m proudly never shocked by his answer. My guess is that we adults can learn a bit from Erik’s commitment to reading. We all have the same 24 hours in a day. We do not have time for everything but we have time for activities in which we choose to invest our time.