One thing I enjoy more than reading to children is having one read to me. I think one of the most beautiful sights and sounds in the world is a child reading or one who is just learning to. So you can imagine my delight when one day, Felipe, who's 5 and exploding into reading (it took him a little more time than his other classmates, but at this point I knew that he could read phonetic stories with some simple sight words); uncharacteristically, yet sweetly, came up to me holding up 'The Wild Wombat', a book that I have read to him many times before, and said, "Teacher Mars. Let me read this to you."
You can bet that I wouldn't have cared even if hail and brimstones showered the earth, nothing would have stopped me from sitting down and listening to Felipe. He turned to the first page and I was so excited it was like I was hearing the story for the first time! He breathe in and said, "I will now do my best." I think at this point, I was holding my breath!
Interestingly and amusingly, the words that Felipe stopped and asked for help with were the ones he would have liked such as dreadful, devoured, awful; words that were far from sweet and cuddly, which the future race car driver declared he didn't like.
This is something I made for every child when our theme was
People in the Community and What I Want to be When I Grow Up.
After reading the book, Felipe did just as what I do most of the time, he asked me questions.
"So, Teacher Mars. Did you enjoy the story?"
"Yes, very much. Thank you for sharing that with me."
"What did you think about the wild wombat?"
I didn't want to say cute, that would be so close to sweet and cuddly. "He was a surprise! All the animals in the zoo thought he would be scary, maybe because of his name; but when he came, he turned out to be very friendly and the other animals were surprised, I bet they're happy."
"Are you happy I read to you today?"
"It was just like the wild wombat in the story--a pleasant surprise all the way from Australia."