Sunnybrook

On our trip to the beach, my book of choice was Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm. Somehow, I think I made it through childhood without picking it up. As an adult, I found it an endearing and enjoyable read. Whenever I read children's literature, I admit to feeling fairly self-conscious when people peek at my book cover.

I remembered a few of the reasons why I really love reading children's books as I journeyed through Rebecca:

1. I can read it above distractions. There are a few scenarios that are really conducive to good reading...that are just too distracting for me to focus in on something serious. Airplanes, waiting rooms, the beach, trains or other public means of transport make me reach for either children's literature or a novel I've read multiple times.

2. Simplicity has its place. I don't find children's books boring when read in moderation. Sure, there are times I want a more complex plot or some deeper lessons. But very often, the simplicity that comes with such a book makes me appreciate the detail and description of writing more, not less. And most of the more precious truths in life are learned for me not amid complexity but childlike simplicity.

3. The emotion that accompanies childhood. I'll admit that more than a few times, I found myself shedding tears over Rebecca's hardships and trials. Hurt feelings, the angst of shabby clothes, an unkind word from an adult....I felt her unguarded emotional responses. And I think it does me good to remember that little things are bigger as a child. I hope that remembering makes me a more sympathetic adult. I hope it makes me a better mother. It's not something I naturally remember. I need objective reminders.

All that to say, don't be embarrassed...go ahead and pick up that childhood favorite. Read it again.