Thanks for joining me on my blogging journey! This is certainly a new experience for me. I am naturally more of an introvert, so putting myself out there is a bit frightening.
After months of ummm’ing and ahhh’ing on how and when (or if) I was going to take the dive into blogging, I made the decision to write about books. I spent time thinking about my audience and what I could write to them that they may find interesting. However, I came across a stumbling block of which I am a little ashamed….I am not a particularly avid reader…
Contradictory? Hypocritical you say? Well, not really. Let me explain.
As a child, and into my late teens, I loved nothing more than to snuggle up in bed with a book. I would read for a least half an hour every night until my eyes could no longer hold themselves open. I would demolish novels.
Life continued like this until – university. I was enrolled in a Bachelors of Arts which consisted of history subjects, philosophy, sociology, linguistics, etc. The demands for reading over the course of these three years was high and it ultimately took its toll. After three years of copious amounts of read, analyze, summarize, write, the love of reading had been sapped out of me.
Don’t get me wrong, I still read and I do also believe in the ongoing benefits of reading as an adult. It’s just that now the nature of that reading has changed. I read technical manuals and bulletins for work. I read the news. I read blogs. And, above all, I read to my children.
I would say that I “don’t really read for fun anymore”(ie I don’t read fiction novels), but I lie. Reading to my children is much more fun than sitting down to a novel. The trick here is to find books that are enjoyable to read and that grab the interest of your kids. Reading to your kids requires a lot more of your whole-of-body input (that’s right, channel your inner actor), but it is well worth it. The rewards benefit two parties in one go.
It is the notion of storytelling that I am most fascinated with. As adults we lose the human connections in the stories we get told. We watch movies, TV shows, read social media posts, watch lectures, documentaries, etc, etc. These are all stories being told to us. They connect with us on various levels, but they often lack the human element. Some of us are fortunate to know a friend, family member, colleague who has mastered the art of telling a story – and aren’t their stories the best stories?! I have a second cousin who, no matter what the story, has the room in stitches. The difference here is that, when they tell you a story, they are connecting directly with you.
This is what your children get to experience daily when you read them a book. We are lucky enough to have a multitude of resources available to us (often for free), where we get the good story given to us. We just need to put a little time and effort into engaging our audience, our kids. We can buy a book once and keep it for a lifetime (if your kids don’t destroy it in the meantime). Libraries also offer us a host of new material for free.
It is for that reason I want to share the children’s books that are a part of our family and I would love to hear what other families are doing.
I don’t claim to be a parenting expert, nor even close to being a perfect parent. Like most of us, I am just an imperfect parent doing the best I can, with the skills I have and the resources I have available to me.