Hi guys,
I must be getting soft in my old age, or maybe its just what happens to a bloke when he becomes a dad and suddenly someone else's wellbeing seems infinately more important than his own, but I read the following article this morning and was moved to the point of tears by its insight and vision.
http://www.smh.com.au/news/opinion/...f-possibilities/2007/12/11/1197135459491.html
The following quote, whilst not encapsulating the entire point of the article, does go some way to illustrate its intent:
I just hope that he grows up to be as passionate about reading as I am, but I'm quietly confident that this is assured. Reading has stood me in good stead and is, I think, the single best gift you can give a child if you want to ensure their future success both social and academic. It broadens their minds and allows for the conceptualisation of abstract theories as well as an empathy for all other living things. And to think that in some times in human history, the burning of certain books was enforced, and even today the banning of certain texts still prevails in some cultures.
But for at least an hour every day, my boy is King of his domain and me his minion and willingly so. When he says "Man book" or "Maybe dragon book" or even "Again" I willingly comply and when it comes time for "Last one" I sigh a little in shared dissappointment before I kiss him and lay him to sleep. But we share a secret and shared promise that when he wakes in the morning Daddy will still be there and Daddy will always be ready to read "One more!"...
Cheers,
Michael.
I must be getting soft in my old age, or maybe its just what happens to a bloke when he becomes a dad and suddenly someone else's wellbeing seems infinately more important than his own, but I read the following article this morning and was moved to the point of tears by its insight and vision.
http://www.smh.com.au/news/opinion/...f-possibilities/2007/12/11/1197135459491.html
The following quote, whilst not encapsulating the entire point of the article, does go some way to illustrate its intent:
My two year old son Aden absolutely adores books to the point that I would say they are his toy of preference. I came home last night from work and he was sitting downstairs in the lounge room all alone in complete silence reading a book his Nanna gave him for Christmas. And he's just two years old and three months! I came in and sat with him while he pointed out all the important things on each page. He still can't read words, but he loves the stories and the pictures. I read to him religiously every night before bed and he adores that special time with his Daddy. He sits in my lap and I read three or four of his favourite books before tucking him in and giving him his bottle. It is my favourite part of the day.Tanya Pilbersek SMH said:True story: a young man wondered why his colleague - a huge, rough-looking gardener who sported the DIY teardrop facial tattoos common on prisoners - read children's books at lunch time. His lips would move slowly as he read and re-read the picture books. The young man finally worked up the courage to ask why. "Because, mate," came the reply, "If I'd ever learnt to read I would never have ended up in jail."
He was learning the books so he could read them more fluently to his own children, hoping to spark in them an interest in reading he had never had.
I just hope that he grows up to be as passionate about reading as I am, but I'm quietly confident that this is assured. Reading has stood me in good stead and is, I think, the single best gift you can give a child if you want to ensure their future success both social and academic. It broadens their minds and allows for the conceptualisation of abstract theories as well as an empathy for all other living things. And to think that in some times in human history, the burning of certain books was enforced, and even today the banning of certain texts still prevails in some cultures.
But for at least an hour every day, my boy is King of his domain and me his minion and willingly so. When he says "Man book" or "Maybe dragon book" or even "Again" I willingly comply and when it comes time for "Last one" I sigh a little in shared dissappointment before I kiss him and lay him to sleep. But we share a secret and shared promise that when he wakes in the morning Daddy will still be there and Daddy will always be ready to read "One more!"...
Cheers,
Michael.