Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Fostering a Love of Reading
When I was four years old, more than anything else, I wanted to learn to read. The reason wasn't because I was a little budding intellectual, (which I wasn't) but because I saw my parents and older siblings reading and loving it. Every night my two oldest siblings would read some from whatever book they were on, and I just couldn't wait to do the same. When I finally achieved enough reading prowess to be able to read Don and Peggy, I read a "chapter" of it every night to my self. I wasn't able to read silently yet, so I would whisper as quietly as I could just so that I could be like the people I looked up to.
I will never forget the pure enjoyment my father expressed when reading books like Winnie the Pooh to us. He always laughed so hard at the funny parts, that I couldn't understand what he was reading, but it didn't matter. And no one can do "voices" better than Daddy. My mother would read more "school like" books to us, but I always enjoyed these too. When I was about six, Mama read War and Peace to my older siblings; since I was too young to really understand it, I wasn't required to listen, but I did anyway. A lot of it was over my head, but I liked listening to her read. When I read War and Peace to my self, I was surprised at how much I remembered almost word for word, thirteen years later!
I started reading Anna a bed time story every night when she was two,and it soon got to be where she wouldn't go to sleep unless I read to her for bed time and nap time. I love reading to her, and snuggling up in bed with a book and your child is the best thing there is. Even when Anna was going through her Green Eggs and Ham stage. I read that book two times a day, every day for weeks!
Posted by Susannah at 10:12 PM