Giselle brought up an interesting point on raising happy readers. Her comment goes, “…while having books around is good, I think it is just as important for them to see their parents read (and enjoy reading).”
Spot on, Giselle! While we did grow up in a home full of books, what was key in developing our love for reading was seeing our parents enjoy reading themselves. A room full of readers tickles my heart, perhaps because it brings back memories of reading together as a family back in my childhood. It’s a practice we’ve carried on for Timmy.
That’s me reading Library Confidential, Timmy reading The Book That Eats People, and his great-grandmother Maymee reading the newspaper. Seeing other folks seated and reading encourages him to do the same. It’s an awesome 10 to 15 minute respite from running around.
My sister P pointed out that while we love to read, we’ve been reading more and more from our e-book readers. This gives Timmy the impression that we’re playing games as he associates tablets with gaming. So while we love our Kindles, it’s still critical that we still read from paper books. We’ve got a whole pile of unread paper books at home, so not only can we demonstrate the love of reading from paper books to Timmy, it also encourages us to catch up on our to-be-read list. Yey for hitting two birds with one stone!
One evening, I had tucked Timmy in bed. I was telling him a bedtime story and he was drifting off to sleep. In the middle of my storytelling, he suddenly bolted upright. “Book. Angingals. Book.” (Book. Animals. Book.)
I was telling him the story of the little pig and a couple of animals when he suddenly remembered his Noah’s Ark book. He scrambled across the bed, crawled towards our bedside table and grabbed his book.
He began to read. Flip the pages. Laugh every now and then, pointing out the animals and calling them by name. When he was done, he closed the book. He snuggled up against me and drifted off to sleep.
I’ve got a book lover right here.