I was in the waiting room of our local health department this morning (waiting to get my Tetanus shot so I can play around in my garden safely ~ ouch) and this is the conversation I overheard between a mother and young son:
Son: Mommy, will you read this book to me?
The son climbed up on his Mommy’s lap and she read him a book about Jack and the Beanstalk.
Son: Mommy, will you read it to me again?
Mommy: I just read it to you.
Son: Then Mommy, will you teach me to read it to you?
The Mommy put the book down and encouraged her son to go play with the other children.
I was very blessed to have a mother that took the time to not only read to me but to teach me to read ~ as you know ~ I have an insatiable love of books to this day.
In fac,t on my way into the big city to teach this evening, I am going to make my regular stop at Barnes and Nobles and check out the recommendations from Thia (Dorthea Benton Frank) and Vicki (Mary Kay Andrews). I just finished Widow of the South this afternoon and although it was a great book (I can’t wait for his new on to come out in September…A Separate Country) it was quite compelling and dramatic and I need something beachy and trashy to balance me out. Thanks ladies!!!
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“beachy and trashy” HA!
Yep, MKA’s books are trashy and a quick read, so that makes them perfect for beach-reading…or backyard chaise-reading.
How sad for that mother that she allowed such a wonderful opportunity to slip by…not only for teaching her child to read, but also a wonderful bonding moment.
My kids loved to have me read to them though I’ll admit that when they wanted the same book read 3 times consecutively I was telling them to find another different book for me to read. I also loved it when they “read” to me. My son especially would memorize books when he was 2-4 years. Those were great times.
Oh wow…I have been known to visibly annoy other people in waiting rooms working on reading with my kids…LOL!!! Thanks for sharing this!
I used to work in a bookshop and a woman and her son came in one day. I think she wanted something but then her son picked up a book and asked if he could have it. She said no but that she’d buy him some sweets instead. they weren’t poor; it wasn’t that they couldn’t afford the book. I was horrified.