I could read before I started kindergarten and so could my brother. My husband read “The Shining” when he was in third grade. My mother-in-law reads about three books a week. My mother has a masters degree in library science and teaches adults how to read.
It had started making me nervous that my first graders did not seem to be reading yet. So I have begun really pressing the issue. Under duress the boy can read, but he doesn’t like to. He prefers to be read to. Fine, whatever.
In the past two months Claudia has started truly reading. She reads books to herself. She reads books to her brother. She reads to me and she reads to Gabe.
Of course most of them are the same six books.
When someone reads you “Today I Will Fly! ” for the seventieth time you start to wonder if maybe they just have this particular book memorized.
But I know for sure that Claudia can read.
You know how I know? We went to visit Gabe at work and he has this hanging in his office.
It turns out her reading comprehension is pretty solid too.