When I saw the cover of this book peeking out at me from beneath a pile of other books, I remembered for the first time in years that this was my mother’s favorite. I remembered reading it with her before bed and after uprooting our lives to replace the Snowy Day climate of Philadelphia with the beach days of Pensacola. I thought about how difficult that transition must have been for her, and how young I was to understand. I thought about how few books I remember from my early childhood that featured African American children without addressing the fact that they were African American kids rather than just kids. I thought about how something so simple as a story about the wonder of winter in a child’s mind can take us back to times when things felt easier and a quiet moment in the bathtub was all we needed to re-center ourselves after a day of excitement.
If my “hints” haven’t given you the name of the book yet, that’s okay, because the title of the book isn’t the point, nor is the fact that it’s somewhat seasonally irrelevant for a blog post in the dredges of a hot Tallahassee summer. The point is that the books that stick with us will always be relevant. The point is that the imagery and language and themes that we find within our favorite books and our mother’s favorite books will always remain a constant in our lives, and can and will continue to move us in ways that we never expected.
What books have you used to create memories and moments of reflection with your kids, grandkids, or students?