Meet my beloved friend, M. She’s my newest and foremost reason to read my favorite picture books aloud and discover new titles. Okay, she’s my daughter too, but when it comes to reading, I hope I am her mentor, in a way. I want to share my years of good-reads and contribute to her fresh ones.
M’s been listening to me read since the womb, and finally got to “see” the illustrations at a few days old. Her personal collection of books grows weekly, through gifts from family or friends, and library visits. I am enthralled by her natural interest, as well as her other fascinations, of course, like her enthusiasm for blocks, food and climbing furniture.
M’s interest in books changed when she began to crawl; she no longer sat still and appeared attentive as I read to her. Books themselves continue to interest her, but she considers them more as toys and occasionally as sources of vibrant pictures and colors. I’ll take any interest. I want her to enjoy them and know early on that they are often connected to the feeling of delight. I anticipate the day she discovers that those scribbles on the page—the words, mean something and she begins the adventure of reading.
There was a time when I thought that any interest in books would start when she’s older. Even if they function as teething rings for now, children’s books continue to teach me…
What’s your earliest memory of a book?