I love to read. As in read anything as long as they are words. I sometimes embarrass Abby with my reading. Last week I was reading the new Rick Riordan book, Blood of Olympus. The fact that Abby’s classmates were also reading it made her question my level of maturity. The fact that I was having an involved discussion about the book with her friends upped my cool factor. At least I think it did.
She is probably still questioning my maturity level.
What I love most about reading is the ability to get lost in another’s world. That with your imagination you see the written word in pictures. The book transports you to another time or life. My tastes in literature goes from the high-brow to the pedestrian. On Monday I might read pure fiction on Saturday I can be found reading an autobiography.
I read anything from science fiction, to historical romance to a book about Patton.
Abby’s teacher has a phrase, “reading in the wild”. Abby loves this description. She told me it means that you read for the fun of it, not because you have been ordered to read. Just for the pleasure it brings you. Abby will read in the car, in the bathroom, on the porch or in her bed. Where she once just read for that 30 minutes before bedtime, Abby has learned how to escape into that “wild” where books transport you. I know find her under her covers reading by flashlight.
I get my love of reading from my own mother. She always had a book in one hand and was multitasking with the other. I love that this ability to escape into a book has been passed down to my own children. That as Abby gets older she will call me and say I’m reading this book you have to get it and I reply I’m on chapter 4. (True story, happened to my mom & I last summer the book was Maine)
Then this weekend something amazing happened.
Bridget fell in love with “The Big Pumpkin” last fall in her preschool class. It is a book on tape and she would (if her teacher allowed) sit and listen all day long. She loved it so much a classmate who had the book gave their copy to Bridget.
What I love about Bridget reading is that although she is not “reading” she is telling you the story page by page. She is retaining the story from the tape and her teacher reading the book to her. She knows exactly what is happening on each page that she oh so carefully turns. She acted out what is happening, she GOT the story. Remember that post about milestones? This is a huge one. One that we will write down and say with fondness we remembered the first time Bridget read.
This weekend something I never expected happened. Bridget read for the first time ever. How cool is that?
This weekend Bridget read for the first time. How cool is that?