Charlotte’s Web by E.B. White
C H I L D R E N ‘ S B O O K S
I cannot *begin* to list the ways in which my parenting has been a shoddy mess over the past few weeks. Actually, make that the past year. I’ve tried baking. I’ve tried arts and crafts — I’ve tie dyed every piece of white material I can lay my hands on #ffs. I’ve tried teaching Maths and Phonics. But boy oh boy, I’m the first to admit, my patience has been *severely* tested.
But, when I went upstairs on Thursday night, feeling utterly exhausted after nearly a week of half term, to find my seven-year-old smiling from ear to ear with her nose firmly in one of my absolute childhood favourites, Charlotte’s Web, over an hour after I’d put her to bed, I realised that perhaps things aren’t as much of a shoddy mess as I thought.