I have written previously about how our daughter (who is not yet 7 years old) has become a bibliophile. We make one or more trips to the library every week and she checks out dozens of books. She has her own library card, and the books she checks out are not “first grade” books. She checks out and reads chapter books that run hundreds of pages and has started reading historical and biographical works aimed at kids. We are so thrilled by her progress that for her upcoming birthday, she will be getting a Kindle (if you know her, don’t spoil the surprise). Our library lets folks check out books on the Kindle, so that will make life even easier.
Anyway, this post isn’t about her.
This post is about our son. He just turned four and is turning the corner on reading. Last night (and I am writing this a few days in advance), he read his first book on his own. We sat together in a chair and he sounded out the words in a book that he had not seen in years (if ever). He had shown a great interest in sounds and letters and words (we have worked with him on these) and he had even taken to sitting with one of his books and “reading” to himself. Because of that, I got out a set of books that we used with our daughter when she was around his age and which he had not seen since he was a baby. He sat in my lap and sounded out every word in the first book. We got about halfway through the second book before he lost interest and got down.
I am grateful for the books he is now reading (the “Bob Books” if you are interested), and it reminds me of why I started writing. I wanted to create something that my children and everybody else’s children can read in future years and get some benefit from them. What books are you thankful for? What books do you want to write or see written for yourself, your children, or anybody else? Why haven’t you written them yet?