So, I’m so excited I got my little girl into reading! Finally!
She’s hates to read, or so she says. I just think she hasn’t found the type of books she’s into, yet.
Today, she followed me around the house, just getting into everything I was trying to do, while she was trying to entertain herself.
It wasn’t working. This is going to be another long summer!
Last year I tried to get her interested in learning Spanish. I found some workbooks for her that she flew through, so I also dug out my computer based Spanish program thinking, Ha! score! But no.
It kept her busy for about a minute. She lost interest quickly.
So today, while tripping over her, I asked if she would like me to take her to the library to pick out a book. She’s older, you know.
Well, she was super excited, so imagine my surprise when once we get there, she tells me she doesn’t like to read.
She doesn’t like to read…like that’s even a thing. She knows she’s my daughter right? She can’t possibly be serious. I read books like I drink water. I love books.
After fighting with her for what seemed like forever, I finally had to pick a book I thought she would enjoy. She was being less than helpful.
We had one of her brothers with us too. Yeah, he didn’t help. The entire time I’m trying to convince her to even consider reading something, he’s in the background whispering, “Just hit her.” And she’s responding in a not so whispering voice, ‘Grow up and get your own kids to beat. ”
A lovely day at the library, I must say.
After grabbing something I thought she might like, I quickly escorted my two loving offsprings out the door and booked it home.
Why did she even want to go to the library in the first place? I don’t know. I stopped asking.
While continuing our argument in the car, I inform her that she needs to read at least a chapter a day. And if she doesn’t read it, we will be reading it together every night.
While sitting at stop lights, I start to read her chapter one. Her brother tries to convince her she’d like the book if she’d give it a chance.
“Oh, how do you even know?”
“Because it’s about the same crap you watch on TV!”
Still not helping, but thank you… I think.
We stop by a Circle K so Justice could buy himself a soda, and I have a captive audience, so I continued reading.
We get home with only two pages left in chapter one.
“Two more pages, Butterfly. You only need to read two more pages tonight, before bed.”
Well, just as I’m about to head for my room for the evening, I remember the book. Crap.
I turn the TV off so I may finish reading it to her and get to bed and NOW she wants to read it…
So, I’m not sure if she really wanted to read it, or she just wanted to read it out loud, to me to put off me getting to bed.
I compromised with her. I read a page, then she did.
Well, somehow I got hustled into us reading not only to the end of chapter one, but all of CHAPTER TWO AS WELL!
We really did have a good time reading together. I wish it was a little earlier in the evening, but by the end, she made us read the last page of the chapter together.
It was great. She is actually getting into it!
Oh how great it would be to find her something to do all summer! Bonus if we can do it together!
I am encouraged. Maybe there is hope still for a little girl who claims she hates reading.
AND for a little girl who has a crush on Charlie. We’ll learn more about that, tomorrow in chapter three!