I’m not alone in saying that the books of Dr. Seuss were among my favorites as a child. Unique and clever, they hold a spot in my heart because they contributed to the development of my lifelong delight with the english language. When I started reading to Milla his stories became her favorites too.
I do not like green eggs and ham, I do not like them Sam I am. I could recite the lines from Green Eggs and Ham in its entirety at age 2. After Milla came along and I read it to her over and over and over, she too could recite the entire book.
I could not stand Thing One and Thing Two. I wanted someone to slap them. I was grateful when the Cat came along and cleaned up their mess and the goldfish was back safely in his bowl.
I adored Horton. As a child I pondered whether we humans weren’t perhaps a speck in some giant’s universe or if tiny worlds existed, so minute we could blow them about like the dust that existed all around us. I admired Horton’s insistence on protecting the Whos and his unwillingness to allow them to perish.
I began to understand about discrimination after reading of the Star Bellied Sneetches. Mr. Geisel, a foe of fascism and racism, helped to teach small children what it means to dislike someone because of something superficial and meaningless. He helped us understand just how silly and perverse discrimination is.
I could go on and on, through each of these stories that are so dear to my heart. Thank you, Theodore Seuss Geisel. There are those of us who are grateful you were born.