Our school lost a shining light this week. A little boy -- six years old. He, the lover of hockey, fishing and fun, was taken suddenly, leaving our school community grappling with life and death issues. In my classroom, I turned to the one sure thing I knew could shed some light, love and laughter on an otherwise dark cloud that hovered low. Your books.
Growing up I always had my nose in a book. I loved reading, enjoying the way the stories would allow me to learn, glimpse into another world and sometimes escape my own. I've also found comfort and words of wisdom in the pages of some of the books I have read. I wonder if writers ever learn what an impact their thoughts and reflections have on their readers?
Casually in your conversations, refer back to the stories you read together. Make comments like, "It's like the rabbit we read about, who couldn't get out of his home. Remember?" This will help make the reading experience more valuable, and teach them to enrich their personal life with the things they learned about, or experienced through the book.