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Like many new moms-to-be, I didn’t care if I had a boy or a girl. All I wanted was a healthy baby. But once I found out that my first child was a girl, I was extra elated–and not because I’d get to go girly-girl crazy with pink, purple, ruffles and sparkles.
My excitement stemmed from the prospect of introducing my daughter to some of my favorite youth book characters such as Beezus and Ramona, the Ingalls, Judy Blume’s Margaret and Sally J. Freedman and, my personal favorite, Betsy, Tacy and Tib. Because I love nothing more than reading quietly for hours and because I’ve centered my livelihood on words, I assumed my love for the literary would transcend blood lines.
“I hate reading,” my 8-year-old girl whined the other night. “It’s so BORING.”
This is pretty much how it goes every night after school when it’s time for her to do her reading homework–or during school breaks and weekends, when meanie mom makes her read.
But really it’s not about me or the preacher or the athlete or other parents who want to their kids to emulate their passions. Our kids are a part of us but they are unique individuals. I have many faults as a mom but the one thing I pride myself on is letting my kids be themselves, whether that means expressing themselves with fashion or odd habits or whatever. As long as they’re ethical and no criminal activity is involved, I want them to do what they want in life. Not what I want, not what their dad wants or anyone else.
And yet…sigh…I struggle with my daughter’s dislike of reading. I know it’s jerkish but I am being honest and I am trying to work through it.
For the astute, my daughter reads at grade level but, yes, she has diagnosed issues that affect her learning and I have no doubt this contributes to her bookish malaise. I know this because it’s not just reading: It’s math especially and schoolwork in general. Don’t get me wrong, she likes school for the social aspects like recess and for art and music. It’s the classwork, homework and tests she could do without.
Nevertheless, we read just about every day–maybe not at bedtime (because we’re all tired come 8 p.m.) but in the morning, in the afternoon, sometimes in the car. She (reluctantly) reads to me or her younger brother. She reads to herself. I read to her. We take turns. Just about the only reading that has excited her is the Ivy & Bean series and magazines about teen celebrities and Moshi Monsters.
Still, as someone who has been buying children’s books for her kids years before I ever got pregnant, I have to admit this is hard. Like most parents, I want the best for my kids and I know reading opens the mind and opens opportunities.
Does you child dislike anything you’re passionate about? Any others out there with kids who dislike reading?
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