Read me a story

When I took Tin for his 3-year check up the doctor asked if he is telling stories. And I said yes, we tell stories a lot. She asked, does he tell them? “Yes,” I said.

There is no doubt in my mind that if you read to a child their world will enlarge. I remember when a client of mine told me he didn’t read fiction and I said, “Why not?” He said he was only concerned with facts, and I said well fiction contains all the facts of life. Reading, story telling, fiction or nonfiction – reading gives us the tool to think outside our own box, to imagine a world better or worse or just different from our own. For a child growing up with not a lot of options – reading is a gateway.

The phone rang at 6:30 this morning and an elderly woman said, “RACHEL DANGERMOND,” and I said yes in my groggy state. “I was read to as a child by my mother and I thank you so much for writing that in the paper today, reading matters.” I thanked her and then got up out of bed.

On Monday a man had written into the Times Picayune saying taxpayers shouldn’t have to fund pre-K – while I applaud his reading to his grandchild, it is disconcerting that he espoused a very narrow view of the world. I had written to the Times Picayune in response and that is why the early morning phone call.

Reading to a child is everything – the whole kit and caboodle – but more importantly, is an understanding, an empathy for those less fortunate than we are.

The story is the same no matter where you go.

One Response to “Read me a story”

  1. Mudd Says:

    BRAVO.

    I so love how you stand up for your beliefs and values — you rock!

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