Today was our first day of homeschooling for the new school year. To say that I was nervous at the prospect of adding Jensen as a Kindergarten student, would be a gross understatement. Especially since he’s, well, Jensen.
I went the route of talking up how exciting it was that he would be beginning Kindergarten with the girls on Monday. He screamed and fell to the floor. For a split second, I thought he was excited at the prospect. Because his excitement scream and his anguish scream are eerily similar.
But I quickly realized the scream was that of despair. As though I had tortured him and told him Minnie Mouse was not real. Well. She isn’t, but I’m not going to be the one to break his heart.
He began yelling from the linoleum, “NO,YOU CAN’T MAKE ME! I WON’T GO TO SCHOOL. IT WILL BE BORING!” Plus some other stuff that I didn’t quite hear, because my head exploded.
After sufficiently threatening him, we settled down to our first official day of My Father’s World Kindergarten. I find that using a Christian based curriculum balances nicely with my terroristic threats of attending boarding school. In a harsh climate.
I worked with Jensen one-on-one while Emme and Cailey did their independent A.C.E. work. About 5 minutes into it, Jensen brightly exclaimed, “GEE MOM, THIS SCHOOL STUFF IS FUN!” And he spent the rest of the day delighting in his Creation Book, number line, and letter A and its little friend B.
After the girls finished their A.C.E. workbooks, we set about learning our Geography, History, and Science all together. Everything was going marvelously until we got to the independent reading portion of Geography. MFW recommends a well stocked book basket filled with books about what is being studied. I dutifully stocked our basket with books from the library. The assignment was to select a book of choice, and then spend 15 minutes quietly perusing the book. Looking at the pictures would be fine as well.
This is where I lost Cailey. Who secretly believes that she will spontaneously burst into flames if she has to, gulp, READ A BOOK. Please understand, the child can read. She reads well when forced to read something out loud. But I have never, ever, been able to get her to pick up a book, on her own accord, and use it as anything other than a weapon. Much less to read for pleasure.
Which boggles my mind, since her older sister is a voracious reader and goes through books faster than I can supply them. And not to worry, I take great care not to compare the two siblings. Except in my head. Because honest to goodness, those two are as different as any girls could ever be. They share a room, and genes. But that’s it.
I’ve been hoping that something will simply click and she’ll pick up a book and fall in love. I have read out loud to the kids for years, and she enjoys that ritual. We’ve gone through the entire Little House series, all of the Anne of Green Gables books, and are now reading through The Lion, the Witch, & the Wardrobe for our language studies.
I have heard from many moms of boys, regarding a lack of reading interest. It is my hope that she’ll grow into a love of reading. I can provide her with a lot of interesting reading material, but I can’t force her to enjoy reading.
Has anyone else dealt with this issue? Did it resolve on its own, or do I just need to resign myself that she may never take an interest in reading? Or will I simply just need to keep reading the classics out loud to her until she’s 35?