When it comes to teaching me how to read, my parents were very impactful. However, not only did they help me learn how to read they are also the main reason I learned how to dislike reading. When I was younger I loved to read, but as time has gone by I have grown to dislike it. As was stated before, my parents were very impactful when it comes to me learning how to read. Both my mom and my dad enjoyed reading as I was growing up and similar to all kids I wanted to be like them. Growing up, my house was full of books, whether they were books for me and my brother or books for my parents, which made me want to learn to read so I could read as many of them as I wanted and more. My parents would read to me to help me learn and I loved that as
Being the second youngest in my family out of five children, you would think that reading would be easy for me growing up. But learning how to read was a challenge. It was something that I never thought I would be able to do without a lot of help from my father.
English is not my first language, I grew up speaking Spanish. My parents did not read to me as a child because of the limited books found in their native language. As a child, my parents bought me movies instead of books because for them it was easier for someone else to tell me the fairy tale so they would not have to read me. Also, my parents worked a lot, so they did not have time to pick up a book and read to me. I have older sisters but they also did not read to me because they were always doing their homework or doing their own things as teenagers. I wish my parents had read to me every night before going to sleep as other parents did to their kids. When I have my own kids of course that I am going to read to them. I want my kids to be successful in life and reading to them is going to really help them improve their vocabulary, become a better reader, and have a great imagination. I am going to read to my kids every night before they go to bed, and not do what my parent did to me that if I do not go to sleep the monsters were coming for me and eat me. I want my futures kids to have memories of their mom spending time with them reading. I do not have a memory of my parents reading to me as a child. Small action made a big differences. I am going to try to spend more time my kids and not just by reading to them but also play with them.
How many of you had the opportunity to look up to your parents for them to help you read or write? Did your parents read a book to you before bed every night? Studies say that children who get read to before bed have a better chance at becoming a better reader. Only one in three parents of children ages eight and under reads stories to their kids each night, according to a new survey by the literacy organization Reading is Fundamental (RIF) and Macy’s. Having the parent(s) by your side is an amazing feeling to have whether you think it is or not. Growing up with a complicated life like mine would take anything to have just one parent by your side helping you learn to read or write.
My ability to read and write has immensely improved throughout the years of being a student. For others their first steps to literacy began in elementary however mine were before I was enrolled into kindergarten. My mom would buy me books and spend a few hours everyday teaching me how to read. She became a card holder at the public library which allowed me to checkout books outside of school and saved money. My mom has been my biggest supporter towards excelling in school and literacy has been a major aspect I have grown to accept. At the early age of five I found literacy to be exciting and an escape from reality.
Death, the only guarantee in life yet, it is something we prefer to ignore. We are disturbed by it because it is a complete mystery, it is overwhelming to think about, and only brings sorrow to the living. Although death is the end to our lives with no known afterlife we should not ignore it but we should not dwell on it either because it will keep us from enjoying our present and have us living in fear.
I would like to tell you a few stories about how reading is important to our life.
Some of my earliest memories about reading are when I was in Kindergarten my mom and I would read Dr. Seuss picture books before bedtime. My favorite one was the “One Fish Two Fish” and I always wanted to read it. Later on we stopped reading books and I fell behind on the reading curve for school. I began to dislike reading and I only did it when I had to, I never read on my own. No matter what my mom did to try and get me to read more it never worked
There have been a few bad, but many good influences that have me lead to love reading the way I do. For a child to have a good foundation and have a better understanding of reading and writing I believe it should be introduced at an early age. I was lucky to have a family that read to me and helped me with reading from the time I was born. Unfortunately I spent a year struggling, and I remember to this day the hard time I had that also helped me become a better reader soon after.
My parents are both very educated with Doctorates and still continuing to go to school. They are both very intelligent and they love to read. Every time my parents were not busy, I would see them reading. My dad is a pastor so he spends his days reading in the office. I never understood how they could read so much. I had a great example of reading growing up and my parents always encouraged me to read, even when I did not want to. I wish I could remember specific stories about growing up in this environment but I from adulthood that
Just because my parents were teachers, didn’t mean I could magically read. No, I still had to work for it just like everyone else. Knowing the letters came first, that way we could put them together and make words. I always remember going over flashcards for the 36 words we had to know that year. My mom had taught kindergarten all day long, and my dad took pity on her. He was the one who helped me learn those words at home. Everything would be going fine until we got the word “much”. I could recognize the word just fine, but pronouncing it was a different story. I would tell my dad that “that word was munch”. For a while he found it pretty amusing, but after minutes of working on getting me to release the “n” he got frustrated. I still catch myself saying munch instead of much sometimes. Eventually, I did get to know all of the words and reading on my own became a lot easier. I didn’t have to hypothesize what was happening based upon the images anymore and I was excited to keep reading. I keep on learning the basics, and little by little I improved my literacy skills with help from my teachers and my
Its not that my parents did not want me to read it was more of them not realizing that it is important for a child to beginning reading at a young age. I remember one day going over to my cousin Janice's house, who was a bit older then me, and I remember doing something that I should not have done, so she punished me by making me read a book. To this day I thank her because I will never forget the words of possibly the book that shaped me to be me. The book was called The Giving Tree, “...and she loved a boy very very much--even more than she loved herself.” wrote Shel Silverstein. This awakened a huge desire and drive in me to just soak up every word of every book I could get my hands on. My parents saw that in me and began taking me to the library to get piles of books and they also began to buy me my favorite
In Texas, a young 2nd grade teacher named Brandy Young decides that homework is blocking children to activities that they actually enjoy. Children should instead focus on things they like. The only homework she gives is schoolwork not done during class. She says children should go to bed early or have a family dinner or something. I think this is a good idea because I do not enjoy homework. I think it keeps me from doing anything I like and often times keeps me awake because I have to do it. I really hate homework and think it is absolutely useless. Research has shown that students being allowed to read any books they want improves your brain smarts. It’s
Eventually I learned to read on my own, and I quickly excelled at it. I was reading and writing long before I should have been. I became the girl whose hand quickly shot up every time a teacher would ask “Who wants to read the next paragraph?”. I was ready to read every one of
When I first started learning to read, I knew I was going to have some trouble just by the way how I felt about reading. The way how I felt about reading was that I would get frustrating not knowing how to say the words properly and if I had got stuck I would just tend to give up. When my mom noticed that I was having a hard with reading she would sit down with me and have me read along with her and learn to be patient if I did not know a word. When we came across a word I did not know she would have me sound it out so I could learn. Then if I came across a word I did not know the meaning of, my mom would have me write it down on a piece
With my mother being an elementary educator, learning to read and write was essential in the early stages of life. For as long as I could remember, my mother would encourage me to read. She would label every single thing in the house with index cards. Things such as the door, bookshelf, and stove, etc. Most star athletes start their stories of how as soon as they were able to walk they had a ball in their hand. For me it was as soon as I could talk I had a book in my hand. Learning how to read for me was practically inevitable. My mother would require me to read a book every morning and every night before bed. Our house was basically a children’s library.