Seriously. Can we talk?
Get ready because there just may be a rant brewing.
Sometimes people who teach children to read will say things. And those things offend. Not because they’re intended to do so. Definitely not. Teachers are amazing people. They are passionate. We don’t do what we do for anything short of love – and I’m not kidding. Capital L. O. V. E.
Sometimes I hear these words.
“Well, she READ it, but she didn’t understand it.”
“He really just needs phonics. He can’t sound out the SCHWA”. (Like a schwa is a thing that everyone GETS.) It is times like these I feel genuine embarrassment for my profession. I mean my profession isn’t a JOB at all. It is a genuine calling. We don’t do this to serve up SCHWA. Or any other edu-speak-jargon. We do this to help children become fully functioning people.
We grow people here.
But sometimes we get stuck in what we “know” where truly it should be all about what we can help THEM to know.
Okay… rant in full swing here. Feel free to quit reading anytime. But you, my friend, understand that this is exactly what it is. A call to action. A call to reading teachers everywhere.
Why is it that as educators we ask parents, loved ones, people who have been gifted with children and simply want to give them everything they never had to help their kids memorize sounds for ie, ea, eigh?
Can’t we just help them learn to READ?
And by “read” I do not mean word-call.
I mean understand.
Reading, my friends is never word-calling. Is that a reason anyone reads? I never do. I read to do exactly what I believe in my deepest core READING means: I read to understand.
I read to grow my understanding.
I read to be moved.
I read to comprehend a world that I cannot possibly know or discover without print and author and intention.
I read because I want to become greater, better, more than I am.
This is why I read. This is why I teach. This is reading.