Gloria and Jennie
are ready for the Super Bowl.
Go Patriots!
Jennie
Affirmations trigger those important positive feelings. When it comes to children, they need affirmations. Big time. They need to know they’re important. They need to know they matter. Affirmations help.
Before chapter reading, we listen to and recite Goodnight Moon. But… before that… a teacher does daily affirmations with the children. It’s a big deal. Well, it’s more than that. Children recite affirmations with gestures, while standing proud. Does it make a difference? You bet it does!
“I am special.”
“I am brave.”
Here is what it looks like in the classroom:
One day this week a child said, “Naomi, you forgot ‘I am loved’. Yikes, she did. That’s how powerful and important our daily affirmations are for children.
We can all learn from children. They have affirmations nailed, and it makes a huge difference. If adults did the same thing, happiness and confidence would grow, and that’s how you change the world.
Jennie
“Oh, the weather outside is frightful
and my book is so delightful.
Since I’ve no no place to go,
let it snow, read a book, let it snow.”
The weather is awful. We’re getting 18 to 20+ inches of snow.
It is a winter wonderland.
I am loving reading Amanda in Ireland: The Body in the Bog,
by Darlene Foster.
The book is SO good!
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
Jennie
We are learning about India. We started with our Big Book Atlas to find India and also where we live. As always, geography holds a keen interest for children. Of course we became sidetracked in the best of ways, to the poles (we’re reading Mr. Popper’s Penguins) and the vast ocean. When we finally focused on India, tigers were the big interest.
Tigers! The best thing I did was to read two tiger books, The Story of Little Babaji, and The Tiger-skin Rug. Read on!
I vividly remember the book Little Black Sambo when I was a little girl. I loved that book. Did you? Do you remember the tigers running around the tree and turning into butter? This was a classic book.
Fast forward to teaching preschool. I discovered the book again, but it was different. The characters weren’t black, they were from India. That was the way the original story was written, as the author lived in India for thirty years. Here is a brief description I wrote about the book:
The Story of Little Babaji
Helen Bannerman wrote this story in 1899. When I was a child, I loved Little Black Sambo, which was an adaptation of this book. That book was banned, and the original, based in India, was reborn. Thank goodness. Not only is it a great story, it is so beloved in my classroom that we host play performances for families. When a children’s book has a repeating phrase that encourages children to join the reader and say aloud; “Little Babaji, I’m going to eat you up”, it cements their love for the book.
The original book was banned. It had become a symbol of racial injustice. Yet, that was never the author’s intent, way back in 1899. Along came the illustrator Fred Marcellino who understood the story and wanted to bring it back to the original intent of the author. He didn’t change the words, but he changed the names of the characters to true Indian names – Babaji, Mamaji, and Papaji.
The book is high on my top ten children’s book list. Really. My readers know I am picky, so that vote speaks volumes. Children are always glued to the story. They love to help me with the chant, “Little Babaji, I’m going to eat you up.” We have done play performances for families based on this book. In my decades of teaching, this book is one of the best. It has withstood the test of time, from being loved to being banned to being redone as it was meant to be.
The Tiger-skin Rug, by Gerald Rose was written in 1979.

It is a wonderful story of an old tiger who is thin and hungry. He keeps looking through the window into the Rajah’s house. There is food. There is family. He is hungry for both.
When he sees a servant beating rugs – including a tiger rug – he has a brilliant idea to get rid of the tiger rug and pretend he is the rug. It worked!

The tiger enjoyed his life with the Rajah’s family, pretending to be a rug, until robbers came into the palace. Oh no! He had to do something. He roared the biggest roar, scaring away the robbers, and opening up himself as a real tiger. Not a rug. The Rajah was shocked! Of course he welcomed the tiger into the family as a real tiger.

Of course the next best thing to reading these books is becoming tigers. Grrrr!

I don’t care if a book is old or new. I care if a book is good. These are two of the best tiger books. Happy reading.
Jennie
‘What an astonishing thing a book is. It’s a flat object made from a tree with flexible parts on which are imprinted lots of funny dark squiggles. But one glance at it and you’re inside the mind of another person, maybe somebody dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, an author is speaking clearly and silently inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people who never knew each other, citizens of distant epochs. Books break the shackles of time. A book is proof that humans are capable of working magic.”
– Carl Sagan – Cosmos, Part II: The Persistence of Memory, 1980
Thank you to beth,I didn’t have my glasses on…. for sharing this remarkable quote. Actually, remarkable is an understatement.
I think about my childhood, and how I never had the experience Carl Sagan talks about. Never. There was no ‘getting lost’ in a book. I only remember one time being in a library. My mother was a voracious reader, but she didn’t read to her children. My grandmother had a book I loved, The Five Chinese Brothers, in a drawer, and I looked at it when I visited. My first grade teacher read aloud The Little House, by Virginia Lee Burton. I remember it to this day. After that, there was no reading aloud at school. So sad. By high school, the only teacher who tried to read aloud a book to the class – Moby Dick – was a disaster. My interest in reading books stopped at this point.
The two books I read in high school on my own, after the movie, were Gone With the Wind and To Kill a Mockingbird. That was the closest I came to Carl Sagan, and it was wonderful.
College had no books that triggered a reading interest. Sad.
The ‘lightbulb moment’ happened when we moved to Massachusetts with our two young children. I took them to the library. Hooray! Our daughter spotted Jumanji, by Chris Van Allsburg and was excited, because her teacher had read aloud the book. I asked our son what book his teacher had read, and he was excited to tell me about The Runaway Bunny, by Margaret Wise Brown.
That was the start of my reading, and reading aloud. It has grown in leaps and bounds, in many ways. Thank goodness. Thank you, Carl Sagan. Yes, books are magic!
Jennie
The Amos McGee books are wonderful.
The first in the series, A Sick Day for Amos McGee,
won the coveted Caldecott Medal.
I love the newest book,
A Snow Day for Amos McGee.
Amos works at the zoo. His best friends are the animals – specifically the elephant, rhinoceros, owl, turtle, and penguin. They love Amos. The books are about coming to the rescue, and friendship. The newest book is full of adventure and excitement.
I get to share (gift) this book and the animals! But I’m getting ahead of myself.
My favorite preschoolers outside of school – our wonderful neighbors – love books and reading. I have had the pleasure of introducing them to many terrific picture books and chapter books. They love Amos McGee.
Sooo… my Christmas present to them is the new book AND all five of the animals! I am SO excited! Giving feels very good.
“Sometimes the smallest things
take up the most room
in your heart”
~Winnie the Pooh~
Jennie
Gloria is spending Christmas and the holidays with me and my Hubby. She is very happy! On Christmas Eve I asked her if she wanted to write a letter to Santa. Yes, and no. She felt awkward telling me that she wanted something special. So, we had a heart-to-heart talk. The conversation went something like this:
“Jennie, you know I love the Aqua Room and my friends.”
“I know, Gloria.”
“Well, the problem is, sometimes I’m alone. Like at night and on some weekends. I get lonely. I want a new friend. Do you think Santa would understand? Do you understand?”
“Gloria, I think Santa will understand. And of course I understand! Do you want me to help you write that letter?”
“Yes! Thank you, Jennie. I love you.”
Gloria told me exactly what she wanted to say to Santa. Here is her letter:
The next morning – Christmas morning – I woke up to find Gloria smiling on the couch, hugging a new friend.
“Look what Santa brought me! His name is Sam. He’s wonderful.”
Jennie