Most mornings, just before 6 a.m., a small voice can be heard echoing through our house: “Mama? Dada? Read a book?” Of all the things I looked forward to while pregnant with my son, reading books to him was very close to the top of that list, so these are welcome words coming from my now 2-year-old as he stands expectantly, dressed in his rocket ship pajamas and gripping the edge of his crib. I would not mind hearing these words closer to 7 a.m. or 8 a.m., but I am glad to hear them just the same.

There are few things that raise as many fond memories from my own childhood as the books I read, whether it was those my mother read to me, those I discovered in the library or those I ordered at school and then anxiously awaited from Scholastic Book Clubs. To share similar joys with my son, even at an early hour, is a gift. I love that he asks for books, that he knows them by name, that he lights up when he spots certain characters or can finish lines of text by heart.

Of course, along with my son’s love of books come the strong opinions of any book lover. And much as he has willingly embraced many of my own favorites (how could one not love Bedtime for Frances?) he has developed a taste for a very particular genre that previously had failed to make it on my radar: books about trucks. Or trains. Or buses. If it has wheels and moves, my son will read about it. Many, many, many times over.

If it has wheels and moves, my son will read about it. Many, many, many times over.

Our transport-related reading list has included some classics, like Mike Mulligan and His Steam Shovel and Katy and the Big Snow, both by Virginia Lee Burton—stories with narrative arcs and even subtle moral lessons. It has also included books like Trucks. In this 1984 volume by Anne Rockwell (also the author of Trains. And Cars. And Boats. And Planes, among dozens of other books), the reader is presented with a world populated only by vehicles and the very industrious cats who drive them. (I do not know why they are cats, though my guess is that she knows that animals are the only things that rival vehicles in terms of the top interests of 2-year-olds.)

We have many other books similar to Trucks, in which the content consists largely of naming vehicles and describing their functions. My initial reaction to seeing these books plopped in my lap was often akin to dread. But over time, something shifted. The familiarity of the lines have became somewhat soothing, a kind of truck Taizé that allows me to focus less on the books and more on my son’s reactions, to see, eventually, what Rockwell seems to have known all along.

Books like Trucks are introducing my son to something entirely new to him and making the world he sees each day recognizable on the page.

On her website, she writes, “In doing books for the very youngest children I always remind myself that the familiar world we might consider mundane is new and exciting to them.” Indeed, books like Trucks are introducing my son to something entirely new to him and making the world he sees each day recognizable on the page.

Vehicles I often notice first because of their noise or smoke or the inconveniences they cause are, for him, reasons to yell in delight. Look, he is telling me, haven’t you noticed how amazing it is that this thing digs, or goes fast, or simply exists? And when we hear the rumble of the garbage truck outside our house, my son rushes to the window or the porch and stands waving to the men who throw our trash into the back of their truck and then wave to us with an equal amount of enthusiasm before honking the horn, much to my son’s delight and the possible chagrin of our neighbors. “See men working!” he yells, and I must admit to myself that I hadn’t. My son sees even the smallest moments of the world through the lens of great love, a tiny Mother Teresa in fleece pajamas.

We also have some great kids’ books about the saints, and I hope to teach him more about people like Mother Teresa someday—because the world is miraculous and amazing and filled with ingenuity and struggle and creativity and hard work, and the lives of people like her show us that. But maybe, in their own way, trucks and those who drive them do too.

This article appears in Spring Literary Review 2018.

Kerry Weber joined the staff of America in October 2009. Her writing and multimedia work have since earned several awards from the Catholic Press Association, and in 2013 she reported from Rwanda as a recipient of Catholic Relief Services' Egan Journalism Fellowship. Kerry is the author of Mercy in the City: How to Feed the Hungry, Give Drink to the Thirsty, Visit the Imprisoned, and Keep Your Day Job (Loyola Press) and Keeping the Faith: Prayers for College Students (Twenty-Third Publications). A graduate of Providence College and the Columbia University Graduate School of Journalism, she has previously worked as an editor for Catholic Digest, a local reporter, a diocesan television producer, and as a special-education teacher on the Navajo reservation in Arizona.