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When I was little, I used to read anything and everything I could get my little hands on. I read the newspaper, the backs of cereal boxes, street signs, you name it. I was always hungry for more. I was lucky to have parents who strongly encouraged my reading and would always buy me new books when I finished the one I was reading or take me to the library to search through the aisles for my next novel.
I honestly can’t remember far enough back to where I didn’t read or enjoy being read to.
Fast forward to when Alea was safe and warm inside my tummy, all I dreamt about was giving birth to a healthy baby and reading her bedtime stories every night. And that’s exactly what I did from the time she was barely old enough to even understand what in the world was being read to her. We’d read little Dr. Seuss books, Guess How Much I Love You, and On The Night You Were Born. You can bet we had these books memorized in no time.
It’s hard to believe that now, four-ish years later, we’ve moved on from those sweet little cardboard books and onto chapter books that I started reading later in elementary school.
It all started one day when Alea and I were at Barnes and Noble– one of our favorite places to go on a rainy day– and Alea was off looking at Disney books and playing with the train table and I stumbled upon the Roald Dahl section. My eyes lit up, my heart was immediately warmed and I immediately wanted to snuggle up with my little girl and read her one of the classics.
And that’s just what we did.
Alea chose James and the Giant Peach as her first book and we dove into as soon as our bedtime routine was complete that night. To my surprise, she didn’t really mind the lack of pictures in the book and she was sad when each chapter was over. She was bit by the reading bug, much like I was, and wanted to keep reading and reading to find out what happens next. I loved it and I loved knowing she was loving it, too.
We moved onto Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and then to The BFG and now we’re reading Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator.
So why do I read to my little? I read to her because these books with so few pictures help to develop her imagination, the descriptive words help to expand her vocabulary, the characters teach her lessons, and the time we spend together reading these books is absolutely priceless.
What books do you read to your little?