Browsing in a book store this evening, I thought, "I am so thankful that I know how to read!" Even in the Twenty-first Century, there are places on earth where little girls, big girls and women do not know how to read, are not encouraged to learn and are in fact discouraged from learning to read. I love to read. And I'm thankful that I live in a place where and at a time when I can read what I want without fear of reprisal.
Because my mother loved to read books, I learned early to value reading. I remember learning my words and simple sentences. Isn't it funny how you never forget the words that did not come easily to your learning? "Cookie" is the word I remember struggling to read. By the time I was seven, I was a regular at the public library and carried home stacks of books to read every week.
Perhaps it is because of my love of reading that I eventually became a reading teacher, working with students who desperately wanted to read but were having difficulty reading even basic one or two syllable words. I'm sure it was my love of words and books that brought me to my current position of teaching children to write- write stories for others to read.
Reading is a gift for which I am thankful every day!