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Reading has the power to make one an all-around better person.

It keeps the brain active, boosts vocabulary, improves empathy and connectedness, motivates goal-setting and, maybe most importantly, allows one the opportunity, when that new summer blockbuster movie premieres, to turn up your nose ever so slightly and say, “Oh, yeah, weellll, the book was better.”

Seriously though, most of the claims above are research based. That means kids who learn to read and enjoy it have an edge, both socially and intellectually.

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The Audelia Road Library in Lake Highlands is seeking Book Buddies to help kids in grades 2-5 maintain and improve reading skills over the summer.

Book Buddies should be 14 or older and available to volunteer every Tuesday and Thursday 1-2 p.m. from June 12-August 6th.

For more information on becoming a Book Buddy volunteer, please email volunteer@dallaslibrary2.org or call 214.671.9206.

Email lin.lim@dallascityhall.com if you would like more information on registering your child in Book Buddies, or if you are interested in volunteering at Audelia Road Library in some other capacity.

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    There Is No Job More Important Than Parenting

    October 10, 200512:00 AM ET

    Heard on Morning Edition

    BENJAMIN CARSON

    The simplest way to say it is this: I believe in my mother.

    Dr. Benjamin Carson

    Dr. Benjamin Carson is director of pediatric neurosurgery at Johns Hopkins Children’s Center. His expertise includes separating conjoined twins and doing brain surgery to control seizures. A scholarship fund Carson founded has helped some 1,700 students through college. His mother is retired and lives with Carson and his family.

    My belief began when I was just a kid. I dreamed of becoming a doctor.

    My mother was a domestic. Through her work, she observed that successful people spent a lot more time reading than they did watching television. She announced that my brother and I could only watch two to three pre-selected TV programs during the week. With our free time, we had to read two books each from the Detroit Public Library and submit to her written book reports. She would mark them up with check marks and highlights. Years later we realized her marks were a ruse. My mother was illiterate; she had only received a third-grade education.

    Although we had no money, between the covers of those books, I could go anywhere, do anything and be anybody.

    When I entered high school I was an A-student, but not for long. I wanted the fancy clothes. I wanted to hang out with the guys. I went from being an A-student to a B-student to a C-student, but I didn’t care. I was getting the high fives and the low fives and the pats on the back. I was cool.

    One night my mother came home from working her multiple jobs and I complained about not having enough Italian knit shirts. She said, “Okay, I’ll give you all the money I make this week scrubbing floors and cleaning bathrooms, and you can buy the family food and pay the bills. With everything left over, you can have all the Italian knit shirts you want.”

    I was very pleased with that arrangement but once I got through allocating money, there was nothing left. I realized my mother was a financial genius to be able to keep a roof over our heads and any kind of food on the table, much less buy clothes.

    I also realized that immediate gratification wasn’t going to get me anywhere. Success required intellectual preparation.

    I went back to my studies and became an A-student again, and eventually I fulfilled my dream and I became a doctor.

    Over the years my mother’s steadfast faith in God has inspired me, particularly when I had to perform extremely difficult surgical procedures or when I found myself faced with my own medical scare.

    A few years ago I discovered I had a very aggressive form of prostate cancer; I was told it might have spread to my spine. My mother was steadfast in her faith in God. She never worried. She said that God was not through with me yet; there was no way that this was going to be a major problem. The abnormality in my spine turned out to be benign; I was able to have surgery and am cured.

    My story is really my mother’s story — a woman with little formal education or worldly goods who used her position as a parent to change the lives of many people around the globe. There is no job more important than parenting. This I believe.