I did not forget to remind Z to read for thirty minutes each day last week. The first day he exhaled loudly when he walked to the computer, plopped down, and then heard me yelling, “Give me thirty.”
He marched to his room and set his iphone alarm. He did not mean to read a minute over thirty.
That was fine with me. A deal is a deal.
By Thursday, he yelled, (OK, we do a lot of yelling in our house when we are in different rooms. No, it never occurs to us to just walk into the room where the person we want to talk to is.) “Mom, I’m on page 105 of Ball Don’t Lie.”
“That’s great,” I said. “When you make time to read, you remember how much you enjoy it.”
* DEAR=Drop Everything and READ
He marched to his room and set his iphone alarm. He did not mean to read a minute over thirty.
That was fine with me. A deal is a deal.
By Thursday, he yelled, (OK, we do a lot of yelling in our house when we are in different rooms. No, it never occurs to us to just walk into the room where the person we want to talk to is.) “Mom, I’m on page 105 of Ball Don’t Lie.”
“That’s great,” I said. “When you make time to read, you remember how much you enjoy it.”
* DEAR=Drop Everything and READ
