Books are a source of knowledge, but besides this, they allow you to open the soul of the reader, to find out closer to the one who listens. Especially if you read to your child. Reading is a way to lay a bridge from a child to a parent, says children’s poet Masha Rupasova.
My son is nine years old, and the other day I thought about the fact that joint reading was overgrown with new meanings.
In early childhood, the books were a way to have a fun and or evenly time with the baby. A small child is always very busy. He studies the properties of things, and this is 24/7 employment with interruptions for sleep. At first, the child sees the book as an object consisting of the same plastic details, so he does not listen, does not listen – flogs pages, oppresses the cover in all directions. Makes valuable information for himself. Then it matches to the ability to see the drawing and correlate the image with mom’s words.
I remember how
we comprehended the nature of things: it is a ball drawn – it is round, it does not sink in the river;Yes, on the floor is your ball – and here in the book is also a ball, this is a picture, an image. Reading at night performed a lulling function, the value was not so much the work that I read, but my measured voice, my presence, my willingness to be present during the transition from the reality.
And with a nine -year -old child, reading becomes a very deep, meaningful process. When discussing books, we pass our values to the child. Book a. Volkova “Fiery God of Marranov” served as a reason for several conversations about power, about dictatorship and democracy, about tyranny and modern politics. The child is unexpectedly dear, and I have something to tell about this.
My son and I are getting to know each other better, sharing considerations about what I read. I ask him questions-a little, one or two per chapter;Reading, of course, should not turn into an exam. I am interested in his opinion: “What do you think, why the heroes did this and so? What do you think this will lead to?”
I explain incomprehensible words, also infrequently, and if a seven -year -old child was not at all interested in the meanings of unknown words, then nine -year sometimes asks himself: “What is the livery? What Palankin looks like?»Since I read from the iPad, I show him pictures or short videos from YouTube – about how a weaving machine or a trap works, for example.
The last couple of chapters per evening I read to my son, practically not being distracted by questions or explanations. A continuous story leads to the fact that the child’s mind calms down, and fantasy draws and completes images from the book with which he falls asleep. Our readings are getting longer, and I noticed that neither he nor I have been trying to replace them with cartoons or audiobooks for a long time.
So I reached the obvious, in general, thought that the book at night is a way to strengthen affection. Strengthen, restore, patch the holes that appeared in it in a day. The book creates an environment in which the threads of contact from me to the child germinate and, valuable, from the child to me.
The book creates a territory of peace and security, where a child can share his urgent or tell about some long-standing secret insult. And the parent in response will tell about something important to himself. And if there is no desire to speak seriously, then who prevents us from chatting nonsense, laughing each other or just reading in the dark, knowing that the other is at the distance of an open book and you can always ask him: “Well, how is this story to you?”
