When my grandson, Jenkin, was three or four years old, whenever he came over to our house, he’d shout, “Books, grandpa, books.” Of course, he couldn’t read and he could only understand the simplest of concepts, but he knew that when we sat down on the couch and leafed through books, it was a fun time for him and grandpa.
Now my grandson is six, going on seven, years of age. His father has introduced him to video games, and he spends hours every day playing them. The other day he came over to our home and I asked if he wanted to read books together. He didn’t even nod hesitantly or shrug-he outright said, “No, grandpa.”
I don’t want you to think I’m condemning my son. He happens to be raising three young kids himself and the mother is not in the picture. He was desperate to give Jenkin something to do in the evenings and on weekends, and I suppose the game player is better than TV, because it improves motor skills.
Nevertheless, I’m describing a heartbreaking problem that spreads across a whole generation or two of kids. They do not enjoy reading and many cannot read. Does reading really matter? Well, humans must understand concepts in order to live their lives. And they must also be able to use critical thinking skills-that is, they need to know how to apply the concepts in real life. If a child’s reading skills are severely lacking, then it follows that their writing skills will also be poor. That can be disastrous.