Mum’s the Word…

Last month I wrote a post about how my father shaped me as a reader — so I thought today it would be appropriate to talk about my mum.1  That’s her in the photo, reading to my cousins … but it’s a pretty accurate picture of my own childhood.

I come from a family of serious readers.  When my mother was growing up in the middle of South Dakota farmland, she read every book in her local library.  My parents didn’t have much money growing up, but they did have stacks upon stacks of books.  In fact, it wasn’t until I got to college that I learned that reading at the dinner table was considered rude.  Auxiers were readers — end of story.

Or at least that’s how I remembered it.  But recently, I learned something from my mother that made me take a second look at my upbringing … and made me love her all the more:

It happened right before I entered second grade.  It was the end of summer, just before class would start, and my parents sat me down to explain that I would not be going back to my elementary school.  Instead I would take a year off for something called “home schooling”.  At the time, my mother was completing an MA in Gifted Education, and I suspected at once that this whole home schooling thing was something she had made up.  Not that I objected.  As I recall it, my home school year consisted of playing Construx and memorizing lists of random facts she fed me — art history, prepositions, the presidents, and other things no seven year-old had any business knowing.2   At the end of the year, I went back to regular school.  Only I didn’t go into third grade with my former classmates … instead I was put into a second-grade class with kids that were younger.  It was only then that I realized the truth:

I had been held back.

I remember being confused at why my parents might have thought me unfit for the rigors of second grade.  I mean, it’s second grade.  It wasn’t like I couldn’t handle the workload.  So why hold me back?  Whenever I asked my mother, she would just shrug and say that she had wanted to spend some more time with me.

My second try at second grade was a blast.  The big thing I remember was a year-long reading competition.  Students were required to fill out little book reports, and the kid with the most book reports at the end of the year got an awesome plastic trophy.3  My parents, who are some of the least competitive people I’ve ever known, were uncharacteristically invested in the event — there were constant trips to the library, and a gentle-but-unmistakable pressure to make sure I handed in those reports.  All told, I read 88 books that year.  Even better than that trophy (which I totally won), were all the great authors I had discovered!  Over those months, I had transitioned from stupid formulaic mysteries to Roald Dahl, Shel Silverstein, John Fitzgerald, and Lloyd Alexander.

It wasn’t until almost 20 years later that I made the connection between these two memories.  It came while I was teasing my mother for taking me out of school just so I could learn to say all my prepositions in a single breath (which I can still do).  To this she replied: “I couldn’t care less about prepositions … I took you out of school because you didn’t like reading.”

Huh?  I loved reading!  What was she talking about?!

My mother explained that even though I knew how to read as a kid, my teacher had warned her that I didn’t seem to enjoy it very much.  And so she made an executive decision:  pull me out of school and FORCE me to love reading.  Every single day she would sit down and read a book to me, and then she would make me read a book myself.  After that, I was allowed to do whatever I wanted (Construx!).

To this day, I have no memory of this home school reading regiment.  But when I think about the year that followed, about all the wonderful books that I devoured, I start to see that it may have worked.  Thanks, mum.

  1. Yes, Canadians actually say “mum.” Why? Because we’re adorable, that’s why.
  2. Mary has since informed me that lots of kids are forced to learn prepositions — but nobody can touch this guy for shere awesomeness.
  3. In my day, you had to earn those dollar-store trophies, damnit!

8 Comments Leave a Comment

  • Mary says:

    Yes to prepositions, except I can’t say them in one breath, I sing them to a mash-up of ‘Row, Row, Row, Your Boat’ and ‘Camptown Races’. Thank you, Mrs. Thomas!

  • kbryna says:

    Your mom (or mum, if we’re doing Canadian-English, which I am totally in favor of) has just been awarded Second Place on my list of Best Moms EVAR. (my own mother gets top spot).

    Not just because she pulled you from school to make you love reading (which blows. my. mind) but that she managed to make it WORK.

    Well done indeed!

    ps. i never had to learn to recite the prepositions. I know what they are, though.

  • david pasivirta says:

    love. it.

    I want nothing more than my two year old to love reading the way I did during elementary school. High school killed my reading buzz, sadly.

    love the post.

  • Meredith says:

    Who would you *be* if you didn’t like reading? I can’t wrap my head around that. Mom Axe is amazing.

  • Mark Appert says:

    I adore you Aunt Doris!

  • Mark Appert says:

    Correction;It was North Dakota where your Mum read books, sported coveralls and drove trucks, talked funny and what not.
    Mum pulled him from third grade because she wanted to spend more time with him.

  • Mark: Of course, you’re right it was NORTH, not South Dakota. I’ll blame it on the lateness of the hour. Thanks for setting the record straight!

  • Kaethe says:

    That place between learning how to read and loving to read is an interesting one. Although props to your mother for being awesome and making a daring choice, I wonder if you would have gotten through it anyway? Without knowing anything about the mechanics of reading, or even that this was a well-understood stage, I got both daughters through it by letting them pick up whatever they liked and by reading the more interesting books aloud to them, as much as they liked.

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