Reading aloud happened today, twice. Both events spanned years – well, connected years – yet were about the same child. Let me explain.
This is the time of year that I chapter read fact, not fiction books. I start with Little House in the Big Woods, and move to Little House on the Prairie.
Jackson was glued to Little House on the Prairie many years ago.
One of my greatest memories is reading aloud the chapter, “Crossing the Creek.” Jackson loved chapter reading, and this chapter is full of excitement, worry, and tears. I have to stand and walk as I read the words. I always get choked up. Laura’s family crosses the creek in the covered wagon and everything goes wrong. When the family is finally on the other side, Laura says, “Where’s Jack?”
Jack is their dog. This is so sad. And that is where I have to stand up and read, pace, cry, and reach out to all the children in the room. This is humanity and empathy.
Jackson pulled his blanket over his head. I could tell he was crying, not by sounds, but by his body moving with his silent sobs. I scooped him up. The story is one of my very favorite blog posts from years ago.
Today Jackson returned to school to read aloud to my class, his old class. He wanted to do this. He is an excellent reader (no surprise). Those early years of reading aloud have given him the tools and the passion to become a reader.
Here’s the best part: today was the day I read aloud the chapter, “Crossing the Creek.” Same chapter, same child, on the same day he visits to read aloud. Thank you, Jackson.