(How does an introverted mother make it through the long, cabin-fevered months of winter with four wild and wiley children underfoot? Why, she reads to them, of course.)
This is the scene every morning and night at my house: me in sinking into a well-worn hollow of the couch, my lap filled with boys and a blanket and the older two perched along-side.
They are my lions and tigers and bears, running and roaring restless and I tame them, still and silent, with the power of words.
They are hungry birds squawking and screeching until I build a little nest and fill their ears with stories.
They are the snakes I charm with the hypnotic notes of "once upon a time" and "happily ever after."
They are my crowd, my captive audience, the flies trapped in this mama spider's web of words.
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