So I admit it. It makes me more than a little envious when a friend of mine ‘complains’ about how much her 11-year old son loves reading, how he’s just tearing through books faster than she can buy them for him. Big books, too. 500-page books that even I might gawk at.
“I catch him reading under the covers at 10pm. It’s supposed to be lights out at 9!”
“He made us late for school this morning because he was reading at breakfast!”
I listen, and try to sound like it would drive me bananas, too. Meanwhile, I’m secretly seeing green, wishing it would rub off on my own boys, even just a tiny bit. Hey, I’d take a tardy notice (or two!) from a teacher if it means my boys are so stuck into their books I can’t get them moving…
But then, I look at the progress we’ve made this past year. My 2 reluctant readers *have* come a long way. They’ve both discovered a couple of authors they love. My eldest found Rick Riordan and his Percy Jackson series, and read them all. He has also read the first Maximum Ride novel by James Patterson, and his eagerly waiting the sequel to become available at the local library.
My younger son loved Diary of a Wimpy Kid and has read them all. He is now reading Harry Potter, and is on book 2. It’s slow progress, but I am determined not to count number of books or pages, although every once in a while I catch myself glancing at their page numbers to see if they’re actually moving along.
I *loved* to read as a child. I would spend hours on a weekend just tearing through my books. I was that kid that would read under the covers until way past my bedtime, bring my book to the breakfast table, make my family late.
I somehow don’t think that will ever be my boys, and that’s ok. But I do want them growing up appreciating being able to spend quiet time with a great book. And not just because I make them do it, or ASK THEM REALLY NICELY. We’ll get there. We ARE getting there.
But I’m still far from that point where I’m complaining about their reading time. If you ever hear me doing so, please remind me of this post.
If you ever hear me say this…
“He won’t get his nose out of that book! All I want to do is play Guitar Hero with him, but he won’t stop reading!”
…just know that secretly, I’ll be jumping up and down and squealing “Victory!!!!!!!!!!!”.