Yesterday, I did something drastic. I tried to read. An actual book. While my baby - err, toddler - was awake.
I had been reading during naptime, and she was playing on the floor, and I really just wanted to finish the book, so I figured I'd give it a shot. And do you know what she did?
She looked at me, crawled over to her shelf, picked up a book, and started flipping through it.
Wow. So,apparently, she's watching.
(Okay, before you are all jealous, she did that for about 2 minutes before crawling back over to me and climbing on my head. But that's not the point right now.)
I guess I've always known that she was watching everything I did. I guess I've always realized that the things I did were setting an example. But suddenly in that moment, her tapping away on her Fisher Price laptop with both hands didn't seem as cute.
I try to play with her. I try to make her healthy food. I read to her. I sing to her. But what am I really teaching her?
If I want her to be a reader, she needs to see me reading. If I want her to eat well, she needs to see me eating and cooking well. If I want her to take care of herself, to feel good about herself, to lead a healthy and successful life? I may need to reconsider the way I'm living mine.