poem above. Sometimes you see it in the reader’s eyes as he peersabove the top of the book, in the tension in his forehead, or in thefluid movements of his lips as they pore over every word. You cantell that the reader is held captive to the words on the pages,completely unaware of the surrounding world.It is these very reading pleasures that I long for when I seeothers reading and when I am reading a book of my own. These arealso the very pleasures I want my husband, my children, and mystudents to know and thirst for.I love to read. I love children’s books. I love books that makeme cry and make me laugh. I love books that make me question.As a teacher in an elementary school, I see struggling readers allthe time. For them, reading is a chore. I see children that can’t readbut want to. I see children that can read but don’t. This tragedyinspires me as a prekindergarten teacher to lead every one of myvery young students to experience the joy a book can bring. I amconstantly trying to figure out how I can spark their interest inbooks and, more important, in reading, especially as they becomeready for more formal reading instruction.My own reading unexpectedly inspires me. The followingexcerpt from
by Kaye Gibbons (1987) is a goodexample:
I could lay here all night. I am not able to fall asleep withoutreading. You have that time when your brain has nothingconstructive to do so it rambles. I fool my brain out of that bymaking it read until it shuts off. I just think it is best to dosomething right up until you fall asleep. (p. 10)
I realize that looking at myself as a reader leads me to realizeways of being a model for my students. I want to find out what mychildren think about this thing called reading and if they see me asa reader. Making myself more visible as a reader could be a way forme to better communicate my love of reading with them. Iremember my mother and my grandmotherhaving books in our home, visiting the library,and reading to me. I also had a special friendwho could read faster than I did, so I got her toread to me. I was envious of her ability to read
My own readingunexpectedlyinspires me.