46% of parents read to their children less often than their own parents read to them, according to Kelton Research.
Is that sad, or what? (don’t you dare say, “or what!?”)
At our house, reading to the kids has always been a priority. We’re all readers anyway and the boys love to be read to. I used to dread the day that they didn’t want me to read to them anymore. Fortunately, it hasn’t come yet.
These days, we choose a book together and read a chapter or two every night. We’re on the 2nd Alex Rider book now. I expect we’ll go through the whole series. Andrew and I take turns – it’s a coveted job around here. Lately, even the cats cuddle with us at reading time.
Oh, and I have to add that there is serious disappointment if we can’t make time for it – like if we were out late or something.
I know my parents read to me. But I can’t remember what they read. Honestly, I can’t remember them reading to me. But I know that they did. (Mom?)
But I will never forget the books of my boys’ younger years. Some I won’t forget because I read them a trillion times and some I won’t forget because they got to me somehow. Maybe they were funny. Or maybe touching. Or some? Just plain odd. Here are some highlights:
- The Giving Tree
- Welcome to Dinsmore, The World’s Greatest Store
- Seven Silly Eaters
- I Love You the Purplest
- My Big Dog
- Officer Buckle & Gloria
- I Love You Forever (I really dislike this book, but it’s very memorable)
- Bone Poems
- Encyclopedia Brown books
- Just Plain Pets
- Moe the Dog in Tropical Paradise
- We’re Very Good Friends, My Brother and I
There are so many more. What are you favorite children’s books?