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Showing posts with label reading benefits. Show all posts
Showing posts with label reading benefits. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Lovely Lollapalooza Books

Reading with Papa.



Your child will want to read if you read to him,  if you read in front of him, and if you read with him.  Fill your child's world with books in an easy and gradual way. Do you read the paper, magazines, poetry or novels?  Do you have a bookcase in the house? Remember one important rule of parenting which always stands true: Your child is following your lead. 

If you make books readily available and give them the value they deserve your child will want to naturally open a book, because it is what he sees you do. If it is part of your lifestyle - not a chore that is associated with something we have to do, chances are you will raise a child who enjoys reading. The feel of the pages, the smell of the paper, the magic within is all part of the experience.  Books are a lovely and viscerally exciting thing if we treat them as if they are a lovely and wonderfully exciting thing. Inside every book is a new and different world to explore. 

Think of it as a very low cost high return investment in your child's development, both intellectually and mentally.  And when your child enters school he will probably be more enthused about books and learning because he will have already connected to them in a very positive way beginning at home. 

And books are a great way to get some of that crucial parent and child lap time. A friend of mine whose four children are grown now says if he could give sound parent advice it would be to get lots of lap time with your child. And story time is a great way to do that!

Books also allow us to slow down and relax together. If you have a fidgety child, start out slowly by looking at the pictures together first. and let that be enough. Always make room for a little dialogue to happen if your child wants to talk about the pictures or the story.  You can work up to reading some of the key words when you pick up the book another time and then the next time try adding in the sentences. Keep it light, keep it fun. Be patient and don't feel every page has to be read every time. Eventually your child will want you  to read every word when your child is ready.

The other night my daughter and her husband tucked my 3-year-old grandson into bed.

"Do you want two stories or five poems tonight?" Asked his Dad.
"All of them!" Replied Robert. 
I believe he said this because they have been reading to him since he was a baby and my daughter tells me that even her husband is getting into it - having bought two novels for himself recently.

After they finished reading "Goodnight, Goodnight, Construction Site" by Sherri Duskey Rinker they said goodnight after their usual ritual of stories picked out by Robert himself. His bookcase is right next to his bed where he can easily reach down to get a book. A gift all the way around for everyone.

They turned out the light and went out to watch The Office, a sitcom on TV they both love. During the show they could hear Robert in his room talking quietly,  something he often does before he falls asleep.

After the show was over they went in to check on him. Next to his bed was a stack of books in the glow of the night light. 

"Fifteen books, Mom," my daughter said.

And he had fallen asleep with a book in his hands.

This child loves books - he loves his toy tractors and sledding and Legos, but he always comes back to his stories riding in his car seat, at nap time, and at the end of the day at bedtime. In a way, those books provide a wonderful lovely safe structure he can always return to whenever he wants. 

It takes a little more patience for parents on the front end but in the long run you will feel so good that you took the extra time to read with your child. Before you know it you'll be reading your own books together snuggled up on the couch and that is the best feeling of all!

Good luck!! Good Parenting!! Thanks for reading and please pass it on!

Bon

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Encourage reading



Robert loves this little book. 

While we were reading the paper this morning our 1-year-old grandson sat happily reading his books.


The beginning seeds for reading are planted when a child imitates a parent, a care giver, or older children who also enjoy reading.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R8vy912Ykeg

Whether you read magazines, novels, or non-fiction, it doesn't matter, your actions speak louder than words do. Have plenty of books on hand for your children and grand children to enjoy as well.

When we read we use our imaginations and actively use our brains.

Good Luck! Good Parenting!!

Reading is fun.
Bon :)

Son-in-law, Doug and Robert

Son-in-law, Doug and  Robert
Reading, Writing, Arithmetic

Daughter-in-law, Mich,Steve,& Collin

Daughter-in-law, Mich,Steve,& Collin
Family Hike

Mom and Daughter Nat

Mom and Daughter Nat
Mom and Future Mom

Jillian and Sean w/ Molly

Jillian and Sean w/ Molly
Group Hug

Excerpt from Growing Up Crazy by Bonnie J.Toomey

Freeze Pops



Winter 1972







There’s ice on my bedroom window in little cornered crescents. It’s still dark out, but it is time to get up for school anyway which I happen to like a lot.



I wriggle out of my pajamas and pull on a hand me down sweater and jeans from my aunt who works as a nurse in Boston. She was always giving us bags of clothes which I would pull apart and alter to fit my style and size. This gave my wardrobe an eccentric and eclectic look all its own which I thought was quite individual and even artsy.



I hated to leave the warmth under the pile of blankets and old coats I had layered on for extra insulation at night. It could get pretty cold upstairs this time of year, and the transition from clothes to no clothes to clothes again was a little unpleasant in the wintertime. There’s never been heat up here, Dad didn’t put it in, but instead cut a hole in the floor the size of a wood stove chimney pipe to let whatever heat rise up from our wood stove down in the kitchen.



“Heat rises,” was how Dad explained it to us. I kept thinking, well maybe it does, but I sure can’t feel it up here.



It is colder than usual this morning. My fingers don’t work as quickly as I want them to. I head downstairs where mom and dad are hunkered under some blankets on the couch which they must have dragged in front of the fireplace during the night. They’re still sleeping. Dad’s head at one end of the couch and mom curled up at the other end.



I grab my bag and step outside into the ice cold morning and my nostrils form tiny icy needles on the first breath in sticking together like metallic glue. Luckily, the bus arrives in less than a minute but long enough to finish turning my toes in my sneakers into ten freeze pops.



I slide in next to Claire careful not to break off any digits.



“Vaugn, you look really cold,” she says, very concerned. The newscaster on the bus radio says that it’s five degrees this morning over central New England, and that it warmed up from the overnight low of zero.



I explain that I think our furnace broke again and she offers me her mittens with the fancy rabbit fur cuffs.



“Thanks, Claire,” I say, and between her offering and the noisy over head heater blowing puffs of warmth into the air, I thought I had died and gone to heaven.



Excerpt from Leaf Landing by Bonnie J. Toomey

French Lesson







French is not the easiest class to miss.



I missed almost two weeks straight



after Mom died



and a lot of other days before that



and now I am really behind.



Mom wanted me to take French



because she thought it would help



in ballet class.



Dad lost a couple of bids.



He says people are losing



their jobs,



the economy is bad



The TV keeps warning



unemployment is up,



gas prices are up



and people are fed up.



I don’t know why Dad



has to watch



it only makes him



yell at the TV



Dad says we need to conserve more than we have been



now the house feels cooler.



When I complain,



Dad says



to go outside and come back in ,



then I’ll feel warmer.



Harriet and I spend our time bundled in



an extra layer of clothes



or dragging an afghan around



like giant moths in cocoons.



We are out of butter again.



Dad says



to try using peanut butter.



Well, isn’t the word,



butter,



in it?



Harriett won’t eat her toast



and it just sits on the plate



getting cold



like the floors



in this house



and suddenly the one phrase



in French,



“It is cold.” comes back to me:



“Il fait froid,



la maison est fait froide."