When my daughter was a baby, this might have been cause for more concern. But now that she’s entering first grade, I know to look two places when that eerie quiet descends on the house: in the backyard tree or in her special reading chair in the living room.
Good god I love having a reader.
As a lifelong lover of books, I know the joy of getting just completely lost in a good read, and I envy her those moments when she is all warm and cuddled up, flipping through the pages of some favorite book.
I try not to interfere. This is her time. She can read a stack of menus for all I care. I’m just glad she’s out there, reading, doing it on her own with no time limits or rules. I remember a New York Times story from a few years ago about how the picture book industry was taking a dive because parents were pushing their kids to read chapter books instead. I sort of figure: We’ll get there. Heck, we are there. But if she wants to flip through a cherished and favorite picture book as well, who the hell am I to tell her that her own reading time must be different. Now, if she were in school and not doing her assigned reading … that would be a different story.
But this is summer. The season for beating boredom on your own terms. I’m glad she’s turned to books to help. I just hope it lasts.
Any tips for getting the kids into summer reading? Or do you just let it happen?
Mike Adamick writes at Cry It Out!