from Live Free Learn Free
by Sandra Dodd
Two and a half reading lessons. That’s
all Kirby ever had. And then he learned to read? No, I learned not to teach
reading. Maybe I should have learned that lesson in school, though, when I “taught
reading” the first year I was hired. I wasn’t a reading specialist, but
the school didn’t have one, so they gave me the 125 lowest scoring seventh graders and
called it “reading.” At twelve and thirteen, most of them read some, and a
few read not at all, though they’d been in school for six or seven years before
It would be different, I thought, with homeschooling. One-on-one, no
competitive pressure, no grades. And unschooling? Reading to him and playing
with him would be all it took.
I was right about that last part, but what I hadn’t
learned yet, in 1992, was that each person’s development is his or her very, very own,
and even in the absence of competitive pressure and school’s schedules, there are
people who aren’t nearly ready to read at the age of six or seven.
learned to read privately, in some way unknown to me, and gradually. The book he first
read fully, and fluently, and as well as any adult could was NES Game Atlas: The Nintendo
Player’s Guide as he was working through the original Mario game. From that same
book he had already learned map reading and deductive reasoning (solving the bonus round
from the book’s chart that showed the only eight permutations in the matching game).
By the time Kirby was reading well and my worries were calmed, Marty was five and
had decided to stay home too. (We had thought maybe he would opt for school, but he
chose home.) Marty had the indicators that point to dyslexia: left handedness, skill at
puzzles requiring spatial reasoning and sequencing, and confusion between similar-looking
letters and numbers. My father was that way, and Marty’s father was that way too, so I
didn’t expect Marty to read early. We kept him supplied with Lego, mazes, and puzzles
of all sorts. He saved his allowance and bought a used Playstation and a game
called Breath of Fire III. I dismantled a used player’s guide, put each
page in a plastic sheet protector, and Marty decorated a binder for it. That was
his reading primer, and he learned to read as well as anyone, without lessons. He was
nine. The vocabulary in that book was not simple or childish; it was aimed at teens
Holly is a girl, and girls are verbal, and girls read earlier, I
thought. By eight, when Kirby had been reading, Holly wasn’t nearly ready.
By nine, when Marty had read, nothing. I wasn’t as worried as I would have been had
she been my first, and that was good for her. At ten, though, Holly started to worry
because other homeschoolers she knew were reading, and she wasn’t. Younger kids
were reading. One family was using her as a bad example (“You need to do these
lessons so you won’t turn out like Holly who can’t even read”).
couple of incidents greatly expanded what I had known before, though, and have changed my
entire view of late readers. Holly participated in a summer dance and theatre “camp,”
a five day, all-day set of sessions. I told the teachers she wasn’t a reader and
requested they not ask her to read aloud. They were using the book Barn Dance for the
production, so we bought a copy a couple of days before, and I read it to her several times.
By the performance, some kids hadn’t memorized their assigned verses, but Holly had learned
hers and everyone else’s, too. (The same thing happened in a later play.
She couldn’t be dependent on a script she couldn’t read, and she ended up
memorizing the whole thing without really meaning to.)
Later that year she joined
girl scouts, and I told the leaders she wasn’t reading. A schooled friend of
hers offered to help her, but the “help” consisted mostly of reminding the other
girls and Holly that she, the friend, had to help Holly read. Because that was
the first time in their lives the friend had been a step ahead of her, Holly let it slide.
There was a presentation for parents one night, and while the other kids were reading off
paper, mispronouncing “Juliet Lowe,” mumbling and covering their faces, Holly’s
portion of the program was clear, and involved eye contact and her own words.
When she was eleven, I wrote this:
Holly wasn’t reading at ten. She
wasn’t happy about it, either. But, she is at the point now where she is reading
without meaning to. For fun she tries to walk around the house without
recognizing any words. At eleven, she’s still not reading chapter books, but if
you met her and talked to her you wouldn’t think for a second, “I bet this
kid doesn’t even read,” because there’s not much she can’t talk
about, and if she knows nothing about a subject but it sounds interesting, she’ll
ask intelligent questions.
Though Holly wasn’t reading, her
vocabulary was sophisticated, and she was fascinated by the history and connectedness of
words. When she did start to read, she had no reason to use easy books. She was
still eleven when she did her first real reading, a Judy Blume novel. She read two of
those and moved on to Steven King’s novelette The Body.
When she had
only been reading a couple of months, we were sitting down to watch TheTwilight Zone, and
Holly reached over to move the Tank Girl comic books she had been reading. One was
called “The Odyssey.” Then, the DVD menu came up, and one of the episodes
was “The Odyssey of Flight 33.” She commented on it, and I said, “You
saw the word odyssey twice in an hour? Cool!”
She said, “I saw
the word odyssey twice in one MINUTE!”
Kirby reads like a lawyer. He
can skim a rules book or instructions for a game and explain simply and clearly to others.
If he forgets a detail, he’ll be able to find it easily. Marty likes humor and
history. Holly’s main reading is on the Internet, but she likes name books and
other non-fiction and trivia. One thing she doesn’t use the Internet for is
definitions and spellings. She likes my old, full-size American Heritage Dictionary
and will sprint upstairs to look something up on the slightest excuse. Meanwhile, I’ve
come to rely on Google as my dictionary, thesaurus, and spelling guide.
reading ability unfolded and grew, I learned things I never knew as a teacher, and that I
wouldn’t have learned as an unschooling mom had they happened to read “early.”
Reading isn’t a prerequisite for learning. Maps can be read without knowing many
words. Movies, music, museums and TV can fill a person with visions, knowledge,
experiences and connections, regardless of whether the person reads. Animals respond
to people the same way whether the person can read or not. People can draw and paint
whether they can read or not. Non-readers can recite poetry, act in plays, learn
lyrics, rhyme, play with words, and talk about any topic in the world at length.
have three teenagers now, all of whom read very well. Their learning was not slowed
down or put on hold for premature or frustrating “reading lessons,” except for
those two and a half short lessons Kirby suffered, which I would take back if I could.
Reading will happen, and if it takes longer for your children than you think it
will, keep them happy and distracted in the meantime. As their experience and
vocabulary grow, their reading will be that much more effortless when they’re fully
equipped to understand the written word.
Sandra Dodd, once the mother of three
illiterate young children has gradually become the mother of three upstanding,
reading, writing teenagers. Her husband approves. They all live happily thus
far in Albuquerque, New Mexico.