| When my son was a little
boy, I read to him nightly. He loved to hear me read to
him. I audio-recorded several sets of tapes, with me
reading about 30 minutes worth of stories on each side of
each tape, and his favorite "toy" became an
audio tape player and his "mommy tapes." Each
tape had a different picture-coded sticker on each side.
He learned what picture would produce what stories, and
he would select which "mommy tape" to play.
This was before he was two-and-a-half years old. The tapes were saved and used for his sister when she came along. Over the years, the tapes were damaged, discarded, lost, forgotten. I had thought they were all gone. Then, as I began plowing through my daughter's old room, years after she had moved out and moved on to her grown-up life, I found one audio tape. I share here, for my son and my daughter. They can hear the voice of a 31-year-old mother reading to them.
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