{a novel in and of itself}
In first grade I started learning phonics and sight words and I remember thinking that I would never learn how to read - it seemed way too hard! We read from the "Sun Up" books about the characters Buffy and Mac and I can still remember one of my sight word lists from that book:
"sun, up, the, was, Buffy, Mac, good, morning, and, went, in, to"
Well, I did learn how to read and have been a book worm ever since. I remember in second grade bringing home the book "Charlotte's Web" by E.B. White and reading a few sentences to my Mom - I was so excited because I could read with "expression". I learned to love reading so much my Mom says that it was like pulling teeth to get me to put down a book and play with friends sometimes. Some of my favorite books in elementary school were Jack Weyland's LDS fiction novels. Looking back, those were probably way too mature for me, but I loved them. My Mom got me a new Jack Weyland book for my birthday one year and she even had Jack Weyland sign it - so cool! (I didn't know that he was a physics professor at Ricks College where my Mom was going to school at the time.)
Several years later, as a BYU-I student myself, I took a child development class and a children's literature class. Because of those (and my own love of reading) I was very motivated to read a lot to my future kids. Well, Carly came and I started reading to her before she could even sit up. And before she knew how to crawl, I would sit her down next to the basket of books and toys and she would pick up a book and reach it out to me saying "uhh uhh uhh" (just begging to be read to). For the first few years of her life we would spend a couple hours a day reading books - (sometimes after reading "Night Noises" for the one thousandth time I would regret having taught her to love books so much) :). But, it has paid off and I always think of this poem:
Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold.
Richer than I you can never be --
I had a Mother who read to me."The Reading Mother by Strickland Gillilan
Even though I have not been as dedicated with reading to Ellie and Aubree, I still try to make it a daily happening and they have each inherited a love of books also. I can't wait until Aubree's old enough so we can read "Little Women" together and "Anne of Green Gables" and "Les Miserables" (abridged probably), "Persuasion", "The Goose Girl", "Jane Eyre" and so many others! We do read a bedtime story to them each night and it usually is a novel, but I'm saving the aforesaid favorites for when Aubree can appreciate them too. So far, we've read:
A Little Princess
*The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett
The Family Under the Bridge by Natalie Carlson
Heidi by Johanna Spyri
Nellie's Promise by Valerie Tripp
The Trumpet of the Swan E.B. White
Charlotte's Web by E.B. White
Eight Cousins Louisa May Alcott
More Perfect than the Moon by Patricia Maclachlan
*The Middle Moffat by Eleanor Estes
Ginger Pye by Eleanor Estes
Castle in the Attic by Elizabeth Winthrop
Battle for the Castle by Elizabeth Winthrop
and in the middle of Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm by Kate Douglas Wiggin
*Our two favorites so far
Another reason I love this bedtime tradition - I choose the books they read and usually read the first few chapters, but because Aaron is the one to usually lay in bed with them at night, it is him that ends up reading most of the book to them. I love this because, although Aaron is a great reader, he has never been a fan of reading novels for pleasure, and has thought it a waste of time. (Could this be due to the fact that the house falls to shambles and our girls look like orphans when I'm reading a good book?). So, not only am I introducing my girls to the wonderful world of books, but my husband also!
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The girls on the top bunk, Aubree doing her own thing on the ground, and Aaron sitting on a little kiddie chair reading the book. |
p.s. Some of my most favorite reads (aside from the ones I can't wait to read when Aubree is older):
The Hiding Place by Corrie TenBoom
The Education of Little Tree by Forrest Carter
Laddie by Gene Stratton-Porter
Daddy Long Legs by Jean Webster
Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell (love/hate relationship with that book)






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