On a very cold day we spread out a picnic blanket on the floor of our family room. In a square of sunlight we brought our toys, books, and lunch and spent hours there. We’d eat and read then work and play away from the sunny blanket and return often as if it was home base. We saw the sun had moved off our blanket we moved the blankek chasing the sun spot all day.
Someone once told me making memories is a parent’s most important job.  Also non-parents can create art out of life for others, some times without knowing it.
A young woman stopped by two days ago whom John and I hadn’t seen for four or five years. She was very new in our country at the time and is now in her twenties and told me she’s still reading a large second hand fairy tale book I picked up for her. My thinking at the time referred to in our culture so maybe the book would help. I also knew after visiting her family’s home that they owned a bunch of kids, a couch, a table, its accompanying chairs, and little else. Maybe books would cheer up the house and encourage reading.
She told me she’s still reading it! Her brother laughs and says, ‘Get over it.’ But her memory is woven around that book because it’s the first book she could read in English! So she now knows French, a native dialect from her country, English, and is learning Korean, she plans to be a doctor, and she getting straight A’s in high school, but she was so much more animated when she told us how excited she was to read her first book in English!  nancymauerman.com