As an adult, I rarely read for enjoyment.
I read magazines and blogs and nonfiction books. My intent is to gain information and usually, I prefer my answers quickly versus eloquently.
There. I said it.
It seems sacreligious to “out” myself as an Anti- reader when I am a teacher and an aspiring writer.
Maybe it’s all the reading that I did in college or frequent research as a teacher. Maybe it’s the fact that I was in the “turtle” reading group as a kid. Let’s be honest, everyone knows what it means to be in the “turtle” group. For me, reading takes effort and time and concentration.
My parents were voracious readers when I was growing up. Piles of books were brought home from the library each Saturday and stacked around the house. Often, they had multiple books that they were consuming at the same time.
Boring, I thought. Until recently.
My son didn’t claim himself as a reader. He can read, very well actually, but it hasn’t been a favorite pastime.
Surprisingly, this was disappointing. Although I am not a voracious reader like my parents, I wished this for my son.
He reads to find out information, but I wanted him to see the value in a book that could challenge his imagination, take him to other places, and peak his curiosity.
Maybe it’s the fact that we are homeschooling so he can read during the day or he isn’t as exhausted now, but he is enjoying the act of reading for fun.
We have caught him reading on the couch, in his room, even in the car.
If there is a choice, he’ll still pick computers; however, I’m pleased to say that I have seen a good book distract him away from technology longer than his mandatory break.
I have to say that now, as a homeschooling mama and part-time teacher, I have enjoyed reading books with my son now, more than ever.
Maybe now, I have more brain power that allows me to get lost in someone else’s story than always being preoccupied with my own.