This weekend at a Halloween party, I met a teacher. She was VERY gung-ho about teaching reading to her 4th and 5th grade students. It was lovely to see how passionate she was about the topic. One interesting activity she did with her students is to have them all think about the first book they remember being read to them and the first book they read all alone. The class became quite animated as they recounted these favorite books such as Hop on Pop. They then surveyed the teachers with the same two questions.
I wonder which book Mirette will remember. I picture her as a teenager reading books to a kid she's babysitting and getting a warm fuzzy feeling in her heart because we read that book together.
I have a plan to facebook the teacher and get her list and I will definitely post it on here.
Meanwhile, it got me thinking. Do I remember being read to by my mom or my dad? I don't really, but I know books were an important part of our childhood. I even dug up this old photo of my mom reading to my sister and I. Yep, I'm the one with the crazy hair. I wish I could make out the book title. Even though I don't have any visceral memory of the books we read together, I do often read books to Mira that are so warm and familiar. I can just feel my mom stroking my hair and soothing me to sleep even though she is all the way in Florida.
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