By BERN MORLEY.
Jack just didn’t get it. And it wasn’t from lack of trying on our part. He just didn’t understand the letters and words that swam around in front of him. Or why on earth he’d necessarily want to waste his time learning what they meant when there was still daylight and he could be kicking a ball.
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See Jack is one of those kids that just needs to be moving. He is stop or go. I didn’t know that this kind of child existed before I had him. I guess I got lucky the first time around, almost spoilt in a way. My daughter just went ahead and did everything that she was meant to do. She read, she wrote and she just ‘got it’ with very little help from us at all. So I suppose we thought that was just the norm. Yet when our two boys came along we were in for quite the rude awakening. It was partly because they found it difficult, but more so, they were just NOT interested. It’s like anything I suppose. In life, as adults, we choose to use our leisure on activities that interest us. It might be netball, football, reading, quilting or French literature. Whatever it is, we get to choose. When you’re a child however, there are some very fundamental activities that you must participate in and conquer if you are to succeed in adult life. Reading is one of these.
There were so, so many nights that were spent with both myself and Jack getting just extremely frustrated and upset. I knew he was trying yet he couldn’t remember a word he knew 3 minutes ago and I could not for the life of me understand why not. These books about Uncle Ken coming for a visit held no interest for him. And why would they? Who CARES what Uncle Ken does in his spare time.