‘Reading to me is what junk food is to you’


My 6 year old son is not fond of reading. When he was younger I freaked out a little. Why is he not picking up a book?? Why is he picking up little cars and action figures instead? Aaaaahhhh! Somebody help!!! His older sister started reading in kindergarten and the punishment she gets for bad behavior is her reading privilege being taken away. The little guy was rather fond of keeping his distance from any sort of written word.

I talked to everybody who would listen, what could be the matter with him? Is he dyslexic? It is only natural that my child will be an avid reader since I am one. After some agonizing years and a lot of reading up on dyslexia and other learning disorders, I came to terms with the fact that Ryan is one of those people who may not think books are the best thing in the world next to white bread. He is perfectly fine when it comes to learning skills. He is not dyslexic, he just doesn’t enjoy books unless they talk about his football team or baseball team!

Lately, his reading skills have improved considerably! But what he told me today at the dinner table made a whole lot of sense. He said, ‘Mom, reading is not so bad! I kind of like it! Reading to me is like what junk food is to you!’ ‘Huh! What do you mean, Ryan?’ I asked. ‘Well, you know, you don’t LOVE ice cream but when you eat it you don’t dislike it, you kind of like it. Reading is like that for me. When I read a book I KIND of like it!’ That seemed to make sense to me.

I also acknowledged that he is different. He is a unique individual with his own strengths and weaknesses. I was being so unfair trying to put him in a mold just to feel good about having two children, both of them voracious readers. Ok, lesson learnt, Mama!

‘I have no life’


My daughter is twelve. So I get to meet quite a few 12 year olds and get to hear ‘Jeez, I have no life!’ What ‘life’ is a twelve year old supposed to have? Ignoring my daughter’s glare, I sometimes ask her friends to walk me through their day! Generally, it is ‘I go to school, come back home, start my homework, go to activities, come back, finish homework, dinner, some computer time and then go to bed.’ Well, that seems like what a 12 year old life should be like! But what do I know? Thinking back, when I was twelve, the homework was the same if not more, but we didn’t have structured activities. I learnt music, so I had to practice but other than that, when homework was done, it was my time! I guess we had more of a ‘life’ than our children do?