When my son was little, I read to him every night, until he was about 10. At some point I started reading the Harry Potter books to him, butnhe outgrew the nightly readings before the series ended. So as each subsequent book would come out, we would resume our nightly readings. The final book came out when he was about 13, but he still wanted me to read it to him.
I had voices for each character, and once on a long road trip, I got one of the HP audio books from the library to listen to. After about 2 chapters, he asked me to take it off because he liked my voices better.
That’s the good parent award right there. You should be proud of yourself, it isn’t always easy. My own son is a bit younger but we have the same thing going, building computers together and whatnot.
Meanwhile I haven’t spoken to my violent alcoholic excuse for a father in almost a decade. If I manage to outlive that asshole I’m going to his funeral solely to tell everyone exactly what a piece of shit he was.
When my son was little, I read to him every night, until he was about 10. At some point I started reading the Harry Potter books to him, butnhe outgrew the nightly readings before the series ended. So as each subsequent book would come out, we would resume our nightly readings. The final book came out when he was about 13, but he still wanted me to read it to him.
I had voices for each character, and once on a long road trip, I got one of the HP audio books from the library to listen to. After about 2 chapters, he asked me to take it off because he liked my voices better.
That’s a huge parenting win right there.
Absolutely, it made us super close. He’s now 27, and and we are still best friends.
That’s the good parent award right there. You should be proud of yourself, it isn’t always easy. My own son is a bit younger but we have the same thing going, building computers together and whatnot.
Meanwhile I haven’t spoken to my violent alcoholic excuse for a father in almost a decade. If I manage to outlive that asshole I’m going to his funeral solely to tell everyone exactly what a piece of shit he was.
My best advice to parents is: Love what your kids love, and your kids will love you.
I agree wholeheartedly.