We have a bookshelf in our living room that I've had for nineteen and a half years.Ã‚
I remember exactly when I got this bookshelf. I was nine. My family had lived on East Boulevard in Aurora, Ohio for almost three months when Santa brought me the bookshelf and a matching desk for Christmas.Ã‚
Until Grace started
yanking stuff offÃ‚ crawling, the shelf held a throng of assorted books, photos, and knickknacks. There was even room for the card on the right, in a pretty frame, received at my bridal shower from my friend, Alison.Ã‚
Today, the shelf holds five large, canvas baskets. Two of the baskets hold the pieces of Grace's Amazing Animals train
,Ã‚ and the other three hold books.
More books than toys?!? I'm a teacher and a nerd. What can I say? I like books. Ã‚
At first, I thought Grace wasn't going to be a reader. Ã‚ I was really worried. She wouldn't hold a book. She wouldn't turn the pages. She wouldn't even look at a book. I gave up, crushed and defeated.Ã‚ She was six months old, and she already hated books.Ã‚ It was obvious that she'd never be a reader.Ã‚
One afternoon, I saw Grace looking at books with her teacher. Could it be? Did I diagnose her as a non-reader too soon?Ã‚
Apparently, I had jumped to an erroneous conclusion.Ã‚ Imagine that, Dear Reader!Ã‚ It's hard to believe.
I turns out Grace loves to read. By her first birthday, she was rifling through her books on the shelf, looking for her favorites.Ã‚
She lovesÃ‚ Doggies
, Moo, Baa, La La La
, andÃ‚ Horns to Toes
. The problem, however, is that they all look alike. To find the one she wants, she has to work hard to get the bins off the shelf, and then she has to dig through all the books.
When she finds one that looks like it's the right size and shape, she pulls it out of the bin and inspects the cover.
If the cover passes, she opens the book and looks at the pages.
If she doesn't see the pictures she wants, she tosses the reject over her shoulder.
If she does find the book she's looking for, she reads it herself (usually upside down), or she brings it to me or her Dad to read out loud.
She crawls up in my lap, gives me the book, and waits impatiently while I puts down my laptop. We read the book, Grace does the more sign, and then we read it again. And again. And again. Until I want to stuff the book behind the couch or under our mattress.
At least she's a reader.
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