I read to my
daughter from the day I took her home from hospital. She was born prematurely
at 32 weeks, and we were told that she could be behind in her development. I
had always known that it was important to read to children to help with
language and bonding.
She came
home from the hospital at four weeks old. I had baby books, and I read to her
every day while she lay in her crib. When she was three months old we moved
into a new flat and I got her a library card. She weighed seven pounds at the
time and was still very small and I can still remember the strange looks they
gave me.
I loved
picking out rhyming books, and would make all the animal noises. I would make
sure I was alone though! I would take out twelve books every three weeks and I
would read them to her every day. I think I enjoyed it more than she did.
When she
learned to crawl I would keep the pile of books on the coffee table so she
could pick them up whenever she wanted. If I sat down she would automatically
bring a book and climb on my lap for me to read. When it was finished she would
get another, then another and so on, until I had read them all. This routine
could happen several times a day.
By the time
she was two and a half she would memorise her favourite books and read them to
her imaginary friends.
She was
behind in a lot of things. She didn`t walk until she was two and struggled with
fine motor skills, but she has always been at least a year ahead in reading,
literacy and mathematics. She was reading Harry Potter books when she was six
and I love to see the excitement on her face when she receives a new book that
she loves. It reminds me of my childhood when I loved books so much I would
take them to bed with me and cuddle them. I was a strange child!
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