By
Liam Heneghan
Once
upon a time, in a beautiful but endangered forest far far away a prince and
princess met, fell in love and married. They were blessed with a hundred
children. “I wonder,” said the princess,
somewhat exhausted from her exertions, “how best to raise our dear ones to care
for each other and their beautiful forest home?” “I have heard,” replied her
husband “that reading to children matters.”
Being
of a scientific inclination, the royal couple assigned twenty children to each
of five experimental groups. They prevented these children for mingling—for keeping
the groups apart was deemed good experimental practice—and assessed if reading
matters asking following questions. Should one read aloud to children, or narrate
stories of a parent’s own devising, or read and discuss
plot points at length as one proceeds through storytime, or should one perhaps,
as early as possible, cultivate the youth to read on their own and abandon them
to their own devices? One group of children—“our little controls” as the happy
couple called them—were raised without the benefit of any stories at all.
The
results of this longitudinal study were alas inconclusive. The prince haughtily
accused his wife of surreptitiously reading to the control group; the princess
icily retorted that her husband’s
monotonic voice had lulled everyone asleep thus undermining the study. “I’d
sooner stab myself in the ears than listen to another word from you.” Their
scientific paper was rejected for publication; the couple lost their funding. They
all lived happily ever after.
*
An
experiment, such as the one in my fairy tale, evaluating the importance of storytime,
may strike us as rather unseemly. There is indeed an ample scientific
literature on the efficacy of reading to the young, though it has developed
using less drastic research protocols. Since storytime is a cherished practice
and therefore omnipresent in schools, libraries, and homes it has been the
subject of many rigorously designed “natural”
experiments (where scholars simply evaluate ongoing practices without
deliberately manipulating them in the lab). This research evaluating outcomes
in different settings affirms that reading aloud to children enriches a child’s
vocabulary, enhances general literacy, entices the child to persist in reading
for pleasure, and can, besides, increase empathy, tolerance, reflection and a
range of virtues. Besides, time spent reading is time not spent watching
television, the baleful implications of which are routinely mentioned by
researchers in this field. Reading can, under the right circumstances, also
help children become more attuned to the natural world. Less attention has been
paid to this environmental desideratum of reading and storytelling than to other
aspects of reading. Because of this gap, I have devoted a considerable part of
my research time in the past few years to thinking about how bedtime can
cultivate the environmental sensibilities of the child.
*
It
is a rare parent, of course, that gears up for the arrival of their infant with
a preparatory review of the academic literature. Yet even without the benefit
of this prefatory labour and even without having the benefit of a hundred
children with whom to experiment most new parents and guardians quite
intuitively surmise the virtues of storytelling. A bedtime story is as much a
part of the institution of the family as birthday parties and early morning
snuggles. The benefits seem self-apparent, and the methods, are adaptively applied.
Parents simply go with what works and will improvise a strategy that best suits
them
Storytime
can settle a child down, and prepare them for crossing that often fraught
threshold between daytime and nighttime. Those of us in our middle years often employ
the expression “sleeping like a baby” to indicate our
nostalgia for those magnificent slumbers of earlier life phases. However, to do
so is to forget that enticing the child to relinquish the day, and submit to
sleep is an enduring domestic battle. A story can help that process along and
can, besides, provide comforting fodder for their reveries as the child nods
off to sleep.
One
might hesitate before intruding upon the soft but potent comforts of the
bedtime story ritual by adding, say, the burden of vocabulary lessons, or ethical
training, or even the tutoring of environmentally salutary behaviour. There may
indeed be those guardians who can with didactic resolve turn the nighttime
routine into a lesson of sorts. However, one imagines that this approach can be
soporific. Thus, instituting pedagogic programs at bedtime may end up satisfying
another less exalted ambition and the child will be gently snoring before the
second bullet point of the crepuscular lesson plan.
More
realistically, parents and teachers, aware of what reading aloud, or
storytelling more generally, can achieve can make laudable choices in the books
they read to children—and let the books do the work. Many books, ABC books most
conspicuously, have this design in mind. In addition, a parent can fortify this
oblique lesson by incorporating commendable themes into bedtime chats with
their child. No need for PowerPoint slides!
*
Though
one surely never retires as a parent, but since both my children are now
adults, the heavy lifting seems to be done. Our children are unleashed upon the
world; we did the best we could. Though it
has been some years since I read to them nightly, it is only quite recently
that we’ve moved their libraries from their bedrooms to the basement. The
process has been a slow one, because as I moved them I was drawn again to these
books and started to reread. What I noticed almost immediately was that many of
the titles they loved were nature-themed. A hefty percentage were about
animals.
As
an ecologist, I had, of course, purchased books that I thought would provide especially
valuable lessons about the environing world. Some of these books appealed to
them—Paul Geraghty’s The
Great Green Forest
(1992), for example, is a delight—others were duds. More often than not the
books my children were attracted to were the standard fare of enduring classics
(The Hobbit (1937), Heidi (1881), The Secret Garden (1911), Winnie-the-Pooh
(1926), and so on) as well as more recent books (The Harry Potter series, The
Hunger Games series, etc.). It became apparent to me that even stories that
were less obviously environmental contained profound lessons about nature.
After
some fitful progress on this reading project—for the first time I was reading
Harry Potter books on my morning train commute—I gave myself a couple of years to
systematically excavate the environmental themes in children’s books. The results are reported in a book called Beasts at Bedtime: Revealing the
Environmental Wisdom in Children’s Literature (2018). What I found is that
arrayed across classic children’s literature is a hidden environmental
curriculum. This really should not surprise us, since many writers for
children’s were quite explicit in their green sensibilities. JRR Tolkien—whose
enduring fondness of trees is well known, and Beatrix Potter—an animal
enthusiast and amateur mycologist—are merely the most obvious among these.
*
In one of his more peculiar essays, Creative Writers and Day-Dreaming (1908),
Sigmund Freud drew parallels between the creative processes of the mature
artist and the play of children. Both involve the spinning of phantasms. In
that essay, Freud proposed that daydreams, like sleeping dreams, are wish
fulfilling. Daydreams have the following structure: they link in the mind a
recollection of the past with some impression from the present moment, and impels
us towards some future ambition, the fulfillment of the wish.
A mature artist will have a
reservoir of experiences to draw upon, whereas the child is mainly futurally
inclined. The reason that stories are so compelling and important for
children—and this, I should say, is my theory not Freud’s—is that they enlarge
the repository of experiences that the young mind can draw upon. Children in
their day-to-day world are already attuned to nature—loving their pets,
splashing in puddles, collecting random scraps found in nature (pebble,
branches, spiders in matchboxes), and so on. Thus, the stories read or told to
them by an environmentally adroit parent can combine a compelling fictional
experience, with the child’s immediate interests, and can prepare the child for
the future.
Just
as it is necessary for a parent to be conventionally literate themselves in
order to ensure their children growing literacy, a parent must be
environmentally literate in order to ensure their young charges get the most
from their books. A parent turns to the written page for conventional literacy,
but to inculcate environmental literacy they need to incline towards the
out-of-doors. A well-prepared parent must read not just stories alone, but must
be prepared to read the book of nature.
*
Once
upon a time in numerous forests both
near and far, dozens of princes and princess, met each other, fell in love, and
had many, many children. Now, these royals lived at a time when vast swirling
forces imperiled their forested dwelling, and the parents worried for their
children’s futures. So the parents read to the children. Some of those children
loved hungry caterpillars, some loved a simple but very thoughtful bear, some
loved hobbits, some loved a rambunctious boy with a companionable tiger, and
others loved a little girl living in the Alps with her grandfather…. And when those children grew up, lo and
behold they found they were equipped to protect their forests from injurious
activities. They all lived happily ever after.
Liam
Heneghan is professor of environmental science and studies at DePaul University.
He is a Dubliner, and a father of two grown children to whom he read every
night of their early years. His book Beastsat Bedtime: Revealing the Environmental Wisdom in Children’s Literature in
now available.
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