Bedtime Reading...

We have a lot of books. Not as many as I'd like (own personal library) but more than our home can reasonably handle at one time.  So, we do a bit of 'cycling some in and out of rotation. Once out of rotation, it either makes it to the garage for later re-introduction into cycle or to the thrift store drop box.

Recently, I 'cycled' out a crapload some of the licensed character books. For the life of me I don't know how they multiply, but they do. It's the opposite of the missing sock phenomenon. Next time I should try just putting the books in the drying and see if the disappear.

After cleaning out the 2 book shelves and two baskets of books- gratefully- he made his bed time reading choices,  3 that we've read before, but seemed to get hidden by those dang procreating licensed character books.

Prepare yourself- this was a proud Mommy moment.

Love these books. All of them. (Love is a strong word for books- especially the little zebra one it still has a clear and fun message)  But, what is that? you ask? Is that a "Father and Son" book? gasp.

Single caucasian mom bought, her son, a Father and Son book depicting black fathers and sons! Huh? Weird choice? Odd choice. Maybe

But I saw this book, in a little bookstore in Andover Mass (Thank you sistah for the gift card). It is beautiful. The illustrations are striking and come alive (my photos do no justice!). I decided, right then and there, that if I was going to show my son how families are made up of all different combinations than I couldn't hide the father thing or the 'oops. Mommy's not black' thing. (He actually calls me orange this time of year, but I digress). More importantly, he sees a black man, as a father. An image of what he may one day be.

For some reason, I still find it an odd choice. But one I'm very glad I made.