Every morning, without fail, my toddler goes straight to his books.
It usually happens while I’m getting ready. I’ll be brushing my teeth or doing my hair, and he’s just there next to me, picking a few books and sitting down with them.
He picks up his everyday books—brushing teeth, washing hands, getting dressed. He flips through them, stops at the pages he likes, points at things, sometimes says a word, sometimes just sits quietly.
And he does it every single day.
I honestly thought he’d get bored of them by now. They’re not new, they’re not exciting, but he keeps going back to them like nothing’s changed.
And I’ve realised it actually helps without me even trying. When it’s time to brush his teeth or get dressed, it’s not a whole thing. He already knows. He’s just seen it, in his own way, before we’ve even started.
I didn’t create a routine around this. I just left his books where he could reach them. Now it’s just part of our mornings.
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