Favorite Books for Young Children

One of my favorite discoveries since starting on the homeschool path is the word “twaddle”. It was coined by Charlotte Mason, renowned 18th century educator, who used the word to describe books that are the literary equivalent to sugary candy. They might be enjoyable in the moment but ultimately leave the reader wanting. They’re uninspired and a dime a dozen. I can only imagine what she’d think of the modern child’s literary landscape! A worthy book has a storyline and characters that move your soul. For young children’s books, wonderful illustrations are a key element for sparking their imagination.

I depend heavily on the recommendations of trusted booklist curators to select children’s books. We’re fortunate to have a large book exchange in our small town which allows me to recycle twaddle in exchange for more worthwhile books. I spend very little on books by using Thrift Book, Goodwill, and our local book exchange. You’ll be amazed at the treasures you can find secondhand.

Below are some of the most loved books in our household.

Miss Rumphius by Barbara Cooney

This is a longstanding favorite of mine that was written the year I was born (1985). It is a sweet story of a woman, Miss Rumphius, who spreads beauty in the world by planting flowers. Upon traveling the world and fulfilling her dreams she invests her time spreading beauty in her seaside community by planting lupine seeds. The message is simple and lovely.

Avocado Baby

This adorable book was second hand and given to me by my mother. It’s a silly story of a baby who acquires superhuman strength from eating avocados. The illustrations are terrific. My boys thinks it’s hilarious.

Pigs Love Potatoes

This was another second hand gift. The illustrations in this book are as charming as can be with sweet hues of yellow, rose and green. I would live in the little pig’s cottage if I could. This is a counting story and is as sweet and simple as it gets — mama pig makes potatoes and adds more and more to provide for her pig family and their neighbors.

Inch by Inch

A clever worm escapes his death by bird using his wits. The illustrations are entrancing and the fable is thought provoking without being preachy. My boys enjoy this very much.

Baby Clothes

It’s an overcast late spring Sunday. The skies are rumbling reminding my stomach that it’s hungry while it tries to keep apace with my nursling feeding demands. My children are mostly resting. Windows open, birds singing, and a chainsaw hums in a distant holler. I hear cars slowly traveling the gravel road and I am calm. These quiet moments are like precious jewels now that our house is so full with offspring.

I spent the morning transitioning clothes from winter to summer. Freezing weather consistently creeps into May here in the mountains, so gloves, mittens, down jackets all must be kept accessible until Mother’s Day. What a glorious day when we can celebrate moms, plant our flowers, and disrobe our heavy winter garb.

Sorting clothes is an emotional task, entirely different from sorting toys. I delight in minimizing the clutter and our house of missing pieces, broken parts. But getting rid of baby clothes? Let the tears commence. I bagged some precious baby items from my little girl, L, to pass on to a friend and niece. Time is irrevocable. As much as I want to go back and pick that baby up in those sweet pink clothes again, I cannot. Would I redo the moments? What was I even like, I can hardly remember.

From Seedlings to a Farm

The fall is here with its strong, cold winds and the change of leaves. I started two fires in our fireplace this week, which required more trial than I’d like to admit. I’m enjoying the frequency of soups on our menu rotation and the promise that our sometimes harried schedule will melt into quiet evenings hiding from the cold at home.

Summer brought a lot of beauty and we expended great energy. Early spring was a difficult one for me, and I found myself frequenting a friend’s little greenhouse to start seeds and enjoy the humid warmth of the atmosphere. (Oh, it was so therapeutic. Have you tried working in a greenhouse early spring? Or walking barefoot in the dirt. It’s instantly calming.). The seed start therapy turned into a greenhouse replete with all varieties of hardy summer annuals. The only option was to till some land and plant about 1/4 acre of flowers.

Bryant, my partner in arms, completed a superhuman task of tilling beds, building raised beds, building a fence and helping me plant all of these seedlings. It’s amazing to reflect on how much he accomplished. We spent the first half of the summer reminding ourselves that flowers won’t blossom until late July at such high elevation. I admit, there were many days I doubted if anything good would transpire. There are so many factors that could go wrong: the soil, transplant shock, poor irrigation, the wrong fertilizer, and so on. By August we swam in flowers. September was heavenly. We arranged for some wedding events, gave away many, sold some at the farmers’ market, and as other aspects of life grew busier, we simply put a “u-pick” payment box near the garden gate.

It was a rewarding endeavor–and mostly because I had such an enthusiastic and engaged partner on the project. I look forward to what next spring and summer will bring….

The Journey Begins

Thanks for joining me!

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton