Read to your children

1920375_10152773825969854_4428589789319359127_nI truly believe this. As a small child my favorite time of day was bedtime when my my mom or dad would read to me. My mother read the fairy tales, my father read Dr. Seuss. There was nothing better than snuggling up and listening as they opened up new worlds for me. My sister and I considered it a treat to go to the library. This love of books was instilled early and remains strong. I still consider myself to be a reader first, writer second. Books are my escape from the drudgery/hardships day-to-day living can sometimes bring.

When I became pregnant, I was determined my child would also be a reader. I began reading out loud to her even before she was born. I admit sometimes the reading material might have been questionable. While pregnant I developed a strange fascination with true crime books, but I’ll let my daughter’s future therapist work that out later. After my  daughter was born, I read to her every day. Usually it was a children’s book, but sometimes it was a recipe, or a week old newspaper read through sleep deprived eyes. As she grew older and entered the “gimme” stage, she knew she couldn’t ask for toys or candy in a store, but a book? Yes. If I had the money and she asked, I’d buy her a book.

She fell in love with The American Girl stories and I saved and bought her the expensive dolls and struggled making their clothes. (I’m not a seamstress and almost failed home ec). She started school and difficulties arose. She had a wonderful teacher, but my daughter didn’t “catch on.” Getting her to read was a daily struggle and I admit, sometimes a battle. How could this be? I’d read to her since before she was born! She loved books!

As you can guess, she was diagnosed with a learning disability.  But my husband and I continued to read to her. We still took her to the library and rewarded her for trying to read. Any book she wanted, she got it. And then a miracle happened. She picked up J.K. Rowling’s Harry Potter series, and my daughter became a reader. Then she devoured Stephanie Meyers Twilight Series and  every Sookie Stackhouse book written by Charlaine Harris. My darling daughter is grown, living on her own. She doesn’t watch much television because she’d rather read. Read to your children!

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