I recently read a little bit on reading comprehension for emergent readers from New Essentials for Teaching Reading. Much of what they said on desired repetition really reminded me of when my brother and I were young and at the emergent level. My parents would read story books to us every night before bed and, although we had a bookcase full of various stories of all shapes and sizes we each had that one book we wanted to read over and over. It was always a battle over whether it would be my beloved story about the tooth fairy or The Tortoise and the Hare.
When I started kindergarten I remember finding a new book that I would always check out every time we went to the library as a class. My teacher would try to convince me to get a different book but I liked that one. I didn’t like that she wanted me to read something else. Why do I have to read a different book? I thought I like this book. It wasn’t until I reached first grade that I began seeking out new books to look at from the school library. It was not because my teacher said I had to; I had simply grown tired of my old book. I knew it inside and out, and it was time for a change. It was around that time that I began to ask the ponder and say “I wonder…” and began seeking answers in new books.
I think kids have a natural curiosity for learning and seeing new things. I know that some parents worry when their child wants to keep reading the same book over and over for fear that they will never seek out new, more challenging, books. From my own experience with reading, I feel that most people will naturally outgrow this phase of repetition and should not be rushed out of it. That phase of repetition was important for me to develop a liking for reading—and I observed the same for my little brother. I still recall the groan of my mother every time he would inevitably pull The Tortoise and the Hare from the book shelf for the umpteenth night in a row. But I also recall the joy on his face every time he watched that tortoise cross the finish line and he would say “Slow and steady wins the race.”
I sometimes wonder
If thoughts can still be unique
You too, must wonder…
The longer wait to break away
Slips further into yesterday
If only time would tick, not slide
Then so the slippery slope would dry
If sometimes time were standing still;
A chance to stand upon a hill
A chance to breathe as time stood still
Then lest we would rest on a pill
If simple like a clock were time…
But time ticks not,
Deep within the mind
There exist such images
Without words to match
Images with such beauty
Never to be free
Thus, its gleam is lost
The grainy sands scrape away
Waring, taring, scratch
Slowly glazed by foggy frost
To be the best
To rest is stressful
Success has no room for less
Rest is for the dead
But today I am lazy
She is horrible
misguided, careless, out of control
Unwanted weight on my shoulders
An ugly burden that I bare
And while I push the boulders
She doesn’t seem to care
She has no regard for what I want
. Though she’d say all the same of me
It’s like pulling on a single rope
That’s tied up to a tree
We won’t see eye to eye
Because we’re peering through the same
And it’s hard to stay on track
When there’s two that pull the reigns
The most beautiful thoughts occur in the mind. It is the imperfection of language that hinder them. So when you’re feeling like no body else quite gets it– assume that they do, and are simply struggling to phrase it just like you. We are never as alone as we feel.
Loss of faith
Not good enough
Not strong enough
Where are my priorities?
Do I go up or down?
Holding back while reaching out
But still, nothing comes out
Writing Challenge: Unlock the Mind
It really drives me when people talk crazy
“The government doesn’t care about us, you see.
They only care about saving money”
Perhaps it’s a tad less a conspiracy.
Surely you aren’t the sole one who cares—
Who honestly wants to make a difference
It’s just not always that simple.
Do you ever think that just maybe
People are innately good?
Or is that too crazy a thought?
Maybe I could be wrong
Perhaps I’m talking crazy;
A pack of nonsense—
I’m just thinking
If I want the best
Others do too.
That they have