Scholastic has just realised this video of a number of kids answering the question “Because I read, I can…”, telling us just a few of the positive ways in which reading has influenced them. Check it out below!
I adore the message behind this and just had to share it with you all. Reading can have so many positive benefits on people of all ages, children and adults alike, and it’s wonderful to see that the wonders of the written word have not been lost on this bunch.
How has reading influenced you?? What are the reasons you choose to read? Comment below and let us know.
Reading is crucial to the development of a child’s language and pronunciation skills, their ability to think critically and to feel empathy, to their understanding of different cultures and ways of thinking, among so many other things (check out our blog post on why it’s important to read with your kids). But sometimes, it can be a struggle to get them to engage with books.
As a kid, I never had any problem with reading; I looked forward to reading with my mum every night, and as I grew old enough to read on my own I continued to enjoy reading. At some point, I lost my way (probably when I started drowning in homework at high school, and now assignments at university) and have only recently rediscovered my passion for reading. Now, there are few things I’d rather be doing than reading a good book.
My brother, on the other hand, was never one for reading. He never inherited my mother’s love of books, and never really read for fun. Outside of the Goosebumps and Captain Underpants phases that all boys at my primary school went through, I daresay he never read a book unless he absolutely had to, and even then, it was a struggle to get him to do it. If books were video games, however, you wouldn’t be able to get him to put the controller down!
Whether you’ve got kids who are like I was, who love to read, or you’ve got kids who are more like my brother, it’s important to encourage those kids to read. Here are some tips on how you might do that:
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I remember once upon a time, in what seems like a lifetime ago, my mother and I would snuggle up in bed for about half an hour of reading, sometimes more, each night. Sometimes she would read to me, other times I would read to her. Some of my favourites were Madeleine, by Ludwig Bemelmans, Noddy, by Enid Blyton, There Was An Old Lady Who Swallowed A Fly, by Pam Adams, Tiddalick: The Frog Who Caused A Flood, by Robert Roennfeldt, and Where the Wild Things Are, by Maurice Sendak. At the time, I thought it was just a bit of fun each night. I loved reading those books. I loved reading with my mum every night.
At the time, I had no idea that reading with my mother every night was helping to shape me into the person I am today, and the person I will be in the future.
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