The Joy of Watching Children Read
There is nothing in the world that means more to me than the children in my life. I adore children. I love watching them play, talk, and work out problems. I enjoy the way the child’s brain functions and how they view the world. When my son was three he informed me that he thinks god must be a little boy because the world is filled with so many beautiful colors. Children, he clarified for me, love lots of different colors. It’s amazing to me that he viewed the world in such a way and impressed upon me the importance of childhood. Now, with these children in my life I am blessed to have three different age groups in one home. Teenage, young childhood, and a toddler. This gives such a wide variety of reactions to situations and I am amazed by it. My three year old niece is starting to tell stories when she looks at books, my five year old nephew is beginning to read, and my son has moved from adolescent books to more adult books. He’s left behind the Wimpy Kid and has delved into The Lord of the Rings. Yes, it’s a house filled with imagination and wonder. Have you ever had the joy of watching a child realize the joy of reading?