Virtually every night we are at home, I stand with my son at his Tidy Books bookcase, and we set about choosing what books we are going to read.
Sometimes this is a very quick process, like on days when we have already discussed what to read at bedtime, or if we have played along a theme featured heavily in one of his books during the day. Like if we’ve played with dinosaurs, popular bedtime stories then become things like Harry and His Bucket Full of Dinosaurs or Dinosaurs Love Underpants.
At other times, the process can seem to take a disproportionate amount of time, as my son refuses to choose, and also refuses any of my suggestions.
We commonly read two books each bedtime, adding more for good behaviour and if time allows. I do reduce reading down to one if there is reason to limit his reading, like a late bedtime, or poor behaviour. Luckily instances like that are relatively rare, as to this point, I have chosen to run to a reasonable rigid schedule and the boy generally knows where my lines of good behaviour are.
I have also been mindful, increasingly so, to let my child choose what we are going to read. I really want him to enjoy reading, and I think a big part of that is being allowed complete freedom when it comes to choosing literature.
My focus on this was heightened recently, when I read a report, that pointed out that well meaning parents can actually have a negative effect on a child’s reading.
However, my boy, such is his giving nature, likes to allow me to ‘choose’ a book to read.
So, when we have two books, the principle is that he chooses one, and I choose the other.
Great idea, except my son reserves the right of veto. Which means my choice is actually limited to going through the list of his books, until I land on one he wants to be read to, or have a go at himself.
This irritates me a little, and at times I have said to him; “Why do you even ask me to choose?” to which I get a beautiful and all knowing grin.
We both really know he is in control of choosing what he reads, and long may it continue.
But, who chooses the books in your house? And do your kids do the same thing to you?