Ry is a new reader. He genuinely seems to like reading beginning level books. More importantly, he seems to relish the idea of capturing the spirit or essence of the characters in the book. Before going to sleep, he likes to keep a pile of books under his pillow, so he can read, look at pictures or do whatever he does with the books under the light of his oversized flashlight. I want to support his interest, though I’m not always sure about what I am doing.
Our latest effort included a “word finders-keepers” list. Whenever we come across a word that was hard for him to read or understand, we add it to the list. It has been a rich experience for me to see how many words we can find in just one chapter of a “Ready Freddy” story. Without much effort, we are up to 50 words.
I hope we can continue at the slow pace we are at for both Ry and J. Sometimes it is hard not to get sucked into the competitive chatter over what kids are “doing.” I’m always a bit suspicious when I hear about these six year old kids, “who lovvvvvvvvve Harry Potter.” I’m sure there are kids who do, but I tend to think it is more about the parents wish to have a superstar. I’m trying to hold on to my hope that reading will be satisfying if it can start out being pleasurable, pointless, and a unique journey that the child discovers.