My parents were also big believers in reading to us. My father had a unique approach, however. He worked full time and went to college at night, so didn't have a lot of free time. He figured we were too young to really care *what* he was reading. So he studied out loud. My bedtime stories came from things like "Introduction to Electronics" and "Cost Accounting for Engineers" or, less frequently, the Forward or the New York Times.
My folks also firmly believed that there is not such thing as bad reading. My brother and I went through a lot of comic books and Mad Magazine. (Dad allegedly bought Mad for us, but the fold-ins were always done before either of us got the magazine, so I have my suspicions.) For what it's worth, both of us are avid readers to this day.
We had a neat moment this Shabbos. We had company for lunch and H. was getting restless toward the end of the meal, squirming in his chair. Didn't want food, didn't want a toy, getting more cranky. I handed him a board book and he instantly quieted down and started turning pages. :-)
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Date: 2011-04-01 08:41 pm (UTC)My folks also firmly believed that there is not such thing as bad reading. My brother and I went through a lot of comic books and Mad Magazine. (Dad allegedly bought Mad for us, but the fold-ins were always done before either of us got the magazine, so I have my suspicions.) For what it's worth, both of us are avid readers to this day.
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Date: 2011-04-05 07:49 pm (UTC)