On Monday, I took the kids to the library. We haven't been back since before vacation, and I had to return some books. The kids went into the kids section to pick out some books, and I did the normal wandering up and down the aisles, looking at books (I could spend hours in a book store or library. There are just so many pretty or interesting books about so many different kinds of things. OH, I love books!). When I had checked out my books, I took each child, by themselves, up to check out their own books and helped them put their books in their library backpacks.
As we were walking to the car, I said when we got home, it was time for quiet time. Mason complained the loudest, of course, because anything that has to do with "quiet" and "in his room with the door shut that does not include t.v., video games, and computer" is not what he wants to be doing.
Me: Mason, you can read Evan one of the Frannie Stein books, you both likes those. It helps you with reading and knocks out both of your 20 minutes of reading time.
Mason: Reading is stupid. I don't want to read.
Me: (appalled) Reading is not stupid! What do you think we went to the library for? You checked out your 2 books. You must have known you were going to have to read them, right?
Mason: No, I thought I just had to get them. I didn't think I would have to read them.
I'm not shitting you, my kid actually believed he just had to go through the process of checking out books.
He did read to his brother. Quite unwillingly. And later, he had to read again before VBS. He had to read a whole passage from the bible, and let me tell you, that was a huge fight. I don't understand his disgust of reading. Is it a boy thing? My brothers hated reading, too.
Me, I learned early and haven't put a book down since. I love to read. It can be done anywhere at almost any time. I would read when I was breastfeeding the kids because there wasn't any other time when they were that young. I figured if I was sitting there like a human milk machine 20 times a day, I might as well get comfy.
I'm hoping he'll find a book one day that just blows him away, and encourages his love of reading. I've tried the Harry Potter series, no go. I've tried comic books. No go, again. I will keep trying, and someday, SOMEDAY he will willingly pick up a book on his own. Not for school, not for soccer, but because he wants to read it.