Over the past year, my five-year-old son and I developed a little reading routine each night before his bedtime. It began naturally as my son tried to extend his waking hours with the plea of “one more book!” I welcome the peace it brings after a full day of playing Star Wars and LEGOs.
Our newfound routine starts with a chapter book: currently, The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, one of the books in C.S. Lewis’ Narnia series. The second book we read is a Lives of the Saints book that shares one saint each day of the year. We end our reading time together with a Rosary mystery pamphlet that my son, Peter, chooses a prayer from.
Not to slight C.S. Lewis, but the second book is more interesting. It has challenged me in many ways. The courage we learn from the saints begs us to imitate them, but simply reading about their lives to my young son—the descriptions of brutal martyrdoms—has made me pause and ask myself, “Do I want to share this with a child?”