I have been been smitten by a boy with big blue eyes that often change hue depending on the shirt color he’s wearing. I lovingly call him Boy Blue. In the past I called him Little Boy Blue but I’ve dropped “Little” now that he is twelve. I even have to be careful in using Boy Blue.; save it for special times. Of course all grandmothers are smitten by their grandchildren but the two of us have forged a special bond. (Yes, Grandpa, he shares a special bond with you also.) This bond began when I first held him after delivery. We’re just kindred spirits.
He was born during the year I was in Reading Recovery training so I carefully observed literacy milestones he achieved. I carefully monitored as he gained command of letters and sounds. I lovingly watched as he pulled his favorite picture books off the shelf to “read”. His Grandpa and I read story after story as he listened with delight. I thought thankfully, “I have a reader here.”
by the time he reached second grade he wasn’t making progress as quickly as expected. Reading became a struggle. His interest in reading waned. Writing was difficult. These words would tumble out, “I really don’t like to read.”
he knew that grandma loved books…well, grandma was like crazy weird about books. She bought books for every birthday and Christmas. She would always ask, “What are you reading?” even if she expected a nonchalant response.
AND so it goes.
I would think, “What went wrong here?” I wanted this love of books passed on but I began to think it wasn’t going to happen.
I received a phone call last night from Boy Blue. “Hey, Grandma, I need some more books. I’m almost finished with the last Percy Jackson.” The sweetest words.
I haven’t read the Percy Jackson series by Rick Riordan but if Boy Blue is reading it, it must be good.