After weeks, months and years of parent sleep-deprivation accumulate, an educational experience that merely requires snuggling up on the couch or in bed, reading words from a page with a kid or two tucked in each armpit, feels like a revelation.
The goal is to have books and stories that kids of every age love to read and want to have near their bodies, so they can pick up the book and say or gesture 'read?!' and a parent or caregiver will comply with joy.
"The Reading Mother" is an old poem, and I'm not sure when I first heard it. But my favorite line comes to mind whenever I see a mom reading to her child: "Richer than I you will never be -- I had a mother who read to me."
Reading daily to our children is important for both the pleasure it brings in its own right and for the future benefits it promises for academic, professional, and even economic success. Here are few ideas for making reading an interactive journey.
It's hard to say no when you see her eyes light up, watch her become transfixed with the stories, the artistry on the pages. When you hear new words spill out of her daily, see her comprehend and make connections. When she literally dances at the suggestion of reading.
Writing the first draft of my second novel as a new mom living in Nicaragua and Miami Beach, I have no workshop to instill fear, excitement and motivation in me. But I do have one vociferous little mentor: my toddler, Amalía.
When I had kids, I promised myself that I would do everything in my power to encourage them to love reading. I knew firsthand that lectures wouldn't work. They didn't work on me. Instead, for the first time in my life, I embraced reading.
It's hard to tell which recently published books will stand the test of time, but in my decades of experience as a nanny, I've learned what to look for: Books that are designed to be read with children, not to them. Here are some of my recent favorites.
In the dark of predawn I lay in bed, tucked snugly beneath my downy comforter, sleet pinging against the window panes in soft yet fitful waves. Against all odds associated with parenthood, no one under the age of 8 burst into the room to announce that the sky was falling.