Here are some excerpts from a post I wrote on the blog in 2009.
My six-year-old son started reading this Spring. We started with the basics – Dr. Seuss. He was so proud when he finished Green Eggs & Ham. The Cat in the Hat took about three nights. He picked and chose pages in One Fish Two Fish Red Fish Blue Fish.
But he kept coming back to Green Eggs & Ham. He read it to my parents at Passover. He read it during a family camping trip to all his big cousins. He takes it out on the deck in nice weather to read to himself.
For a school assignment, we raided the little one’s bookshelves for Eric Carle and PD Eastman. Now we have moved on to the easy to read section at the library.
That six-year-old was later dubbed A-Read and is now about to turn 9. He has moved from Dr. Seuss to Shel Silverstein, from Eric Carle to Brandon Mull.
“The little one” is now 6 and reading, and raiding A-Reads bookshelves. This year at Passover he read my parents Pigeon Wants a Puppy by Mo Willems and last night he started one of his big brother’s favorites from that summer after kindergarten: Ricky Ricotta’s Mighty Robot by Dav Pilkey.
As an avid reader, a writer and a mom, I am so excited by his interest in reading. His ability to read has grown exponentially in such a short time.
We can barely get his nose out of the new book. Just like his mother!
How cool that I can now say this about my youngest son! He’s going to need his own reading-related nickname now. Any suggestions?