Journal 3 Prompt 6
Doctor Seuss’ Lessons
It was dark. My older brother tucked me in a long time ago but I still didn’t want to sleep. I hate my eight o’clock bedtime and nothing was gonna keep me from my favorite book. My bed is so soft with the blankie that mom knitted for me, but my main comfort from the darkness was the yellow duckie nightlight just below my bed that lit up the wall behind my headboard. My small brown boxer puppy dog Juno snuggled closer to me as I quietly read Dr. Seuss’ It’s a Good Day for Up to her. This was a big step for me. Dad taught me my abc’s from Dr. Seuss’ ABC’s. From then on it was easy to put it the letters to the sounds, and then the sounds to make the words. As I was nearing the end where all the little people were dancing and flying kites when I heard a knock at the door, “Aren’t you supposed to be asleep?” asked Dad, “You’ve got school in the morning and I know that kindergarten doesn’t let you take naps.”
I started to complain, “But daaaad, you got home late again from flying helicopters and didn’t read me and Juno a book. So I’m reading to her now.”
“Wait a second, you’re doing what?”
“I’m reading to Juno cause you didn’t read me a bedtime story, and we all know she needs her story to sleep.”
Dad turned on the lamp across the room, came over and sat on my bed. His weathered hand scratched Juno behind the ears as he said, “I’m sorry that I got home late, would you read to me?”
“Well of course, how are you going to sleep unless someone reads you a story?”
At first glance, the room was dark. Even though the door was slightly cracked open allowing a sliver of light from the hallway in, it still contained a sleepy peace. A thirty-something marine still in his work fatigues was leaning on the wall just outside the room was a fatherly smile on his face. He was listening to his five year old son Nathan read his absolute favorite book to his new puppy. Without actually looking, Drew Tabor knew that the puppy was snuggled under one arm making little snuffle sleep sounds as his son was trying to read quietly and still get away with being awake far past his bedtime.
After listening to his son navigate around some of the tongue twisters that Dr. Seuss was so famous for, Drew realized he had only taught Nathan his abc’s because his work kept him so busy. Where in the world did he learn this? He was only two months into kindergarten. Drew gently knocked on the door, and heard a mad small yelp from the dog as his son dove under the covers trying not to get caught reading.
With a chuckle, Drew enters the room and sits down next to his son. After a gentle remonstration of keeping too late hours, he has Nathan happily reads some Dr. Seuss to both him and the puppy. After a long day at work, all he can think about is how glad he is to see his son happy.
The first and foremost difference between 1st and 3rd person is the ability of 3rd to give an omniscient commentary of more than one character’s thoughts and reactions, while 1st person can only describe their own thoughts and the environment through their own perceptions. Also, dialogue is nowhere near as necessary in 3rd person. It is easier for people with less practice to write a story in that perspective due to the lack of attachment. The benefit of 3rd person is the detail that can be described without the limitations of one particular view. But the positives of first person revolve around relating to a character in a more personable way because their very thoughts and feelings are laid bare.