My son, Matt, reading to my four grandchildren.
Reading aloud to my four children is one of the fondest memories I have of their growing up years. They are all adults now with their own families and busy lives, but I have wonderful memories of cuddling on the couch with them, reading stories together, watching their eyes light up as we traveled to other lands and other times through story.
As a teacher, reading to my children seemed a natural part of the parenting process. Even when they were babies, they would sit on my lap as we enjoyed books like Pat the Bunny. As they grew older, we graduated to story books. Some were fairy tales, some were Bible stories, but all were chances to bond together over printed word. They had their favorites that they asked to be read to them over and over and over. We went…
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A Teacher's Reflections 
We read to our children from 6 months until they just preferred to read in their own. Then, we let them read what they wanted feeling that they would learn to discriminate good from bad, themselves. They became avid readers. It certainly helped them both in their careers. Now, we are selecting books for the pending birth of twin grandchildren. A wonderful tradition.
Yes, it is!
I always felt that each book I read is like going on an adventure. By reading to a child, I believe we not only show that, but give the child a chance to use their imagination to visualize the story.
You are so right!
This has given me an idea of what to do when I have my own child soon. This is very helpful! Thank you for sharing your experience.
My pleasure!
What a great post Jennie. I totally agree. We are never too old to be read aloud to.
Thank you, Norah!
This is simply wonderful!!!
Thank you!