Isn’t it lovely when something works? This year, choices are giving confidence to Tias.
His eye troubles are pretty much resolved and he’s been out of vision therapy for a while. What he needed was confidence and gumption. He would face a page of text and define it as being far too hard for him. He’d panic. He’d reject. He was stuck on Geronimo Stilton. They are great books, and they helped him see that thicker books didn’t have to intimidate, but he needed to be able to move on.
This summer I hatched a plan. A cunning plan. A plan so cunning you could stick a tail on it and call it a weasel.
He gets choice, but carefully constructed choice. I made a list of books in groups of three. The first two groups were below the level he felt comfortable with so that he’d start it off with a bang, and so he’d get in the habit of going off and reading a chapter when I told him to. Til now, he’d preferred to read for time (and as little time as I’d agree to).
Each set got a little harder. But within each set he had choice. It’s been so fascinating to watch his decision-making process. Often his choices have surprised me. This last time, he chose The Cricket in Times Square, but until he did the big reveal (and you know it’s got to have a big reveal) I thought the allure of Narnia would win. Farmer Boy, with its thickness and its general lack of either giggles or compelling plot, was the least likely in my eyes.
The last set of three contains Harry Potter, a landmark book in his eyes. He tried to read it two years ago and was beaten back by lack of confidence with pages and pages of text.