Parents who read to their children or sing with them, give them the gift of language, of love and of time that will affect the kind of people they become.
Another great story about your mother. I remember my mother reading Winnie the Pooh and Chitty Chitty Bang Bang to me. I found a copy of Chitty Chitty Bang Bang on Amazon and read it to my daughter.
too much emotion at crack of dawn. I had a yellow house like this for 30 years. We're both gone now.
Can't read it today.
Very nice, Sharron!
I really like the children's hour one!
So beautiful - and how lovely to share in such beautiful memories of yours. Thank you. ♥️
You are so right Sharron, the gift of language opens up the whole world to children. I love the poems. So much easier to memorize when they have rhyme and rhythm. Lovely piece!
You are so right…. about reading and singing together.
As a part-time elementary music teacher, my work comes and goes with various grants or budgets. When I meet a new class and invite them to sing with me, they look at me like I’m an alien.
Their teachers tell me parents don’t sing with kids anymore.
It doesn’t take long, though, before they jump right in. Yay!
Two poems I memorized in childhood, just because I liked them, are Jabberwocky and Paul Revere’s Ride. I can still recite the first and some of the second.
In college I took a class called Acting for Non Actors. Our first exercise was to stand in front of the class and recite a poem from memory. So of course I chose Jabberwocky. I had the class in stitches, which was very confusing to me, because I consider that poem to be deadly serious.
Heartfelt words, Sharron. Makes me grateful for my mom reading to me and encouraging me to read early on.
I have no human children; my kids have tails. Is it weird that I sometimes read to them? 🙄
I always enjoy reading about your mother, and I absolutely loved the Longfellow poem (both poems, really). Thanks for heartwarming work!
Hi Sharron, sorry I'm falling behind! Just read this to my wife; it has such a nice feel. We read and read to our daughter and she is a book vacuum as an adult. So much life comes out of those words. We had the night before Christmas children's book, which we made dog-eared. I think the rhyme still echoes. Thank you for this one!