Reading & Comprehension

Those were always my lowest scores on those standardized tests in grade school. I remember that by the time I was in high school I was very aware of this deficit (being the over high achiever that I am) and would concentrate so hard on the passage trying to figure out exactly what questions they would ask on the next page and I'd scanned the paragraphs in an attempt to memorize the whole thing. I still got low scores because the older I got, the harder and more complex the questions. I've been overanalyzing myself these days in light of The Elder's diagnosis and then the recent suggestion by The Super Doc in our last three sessions that I am classic ADHD. I'm not exactly sure what about me is so classic, but as much as I hate to admit it, the more I talked (just being myself - finally to that point with her), the more she pointed out my traits. Dang it. Just what I needed, another lightbulb moment to explain the madness I call daily life. Now I have to follow the a-ha! trail back to my childhood (that's the OCD in me, which I've always owned up to! Ha!). Reminds me of this post by Kristina. I always wondered why both my siblings have a passion for reading and I rarely ever finish a book (though I did finish Look Me in the Eye). I like to read. I love to learn. But I have to concentrate so hard to focus that sometimes I have to read out loud to myself. And I might get really excited about something that I learned in the first chapter that I'll go make life applications based on that and never finish the book! I know I'm not alone so I'm not ashamed. I just always wondered how my brother could read The Hobbit in 2 days when he was in the 6th grade and I can barely get past reading the title as an adult. The Super Doc doesn't push medication but strongly suggested it with each time I put my foot in my mouth and showed my adhd colors. Well, see my last Success Sunday quote. The good news is that I'm already on the gluten-free-casein-free reduced diet. If I see no significant change then I'll stop the meds. I'm specifically looking for consistent executive functioning skills. I tend to be one extreme or the other. The scenario that really gets me is when I spend all day on my agenda, that by the time I'm done, it's bedtime and the day is over. I think that is why I do well flying by the seat of my pants. The no-reading thing I can live with.

So this post wasn't really about MY reading and comprehension skills, but The Elder's. As you recall I have witnessed him read an entire book by himself. Well, The AP takes them to the library every Friday while I'm at a church group meeting and they check out books and videos (that has actually been great for shaking up his routine. "Sorry we returned that book to the library already, pick a different book."). Well, today after doing some great pretending (The Elder was the bus driver, I was his little girlfriend on the bus, and The Younger was The Elder on the bus - it was hilarious. We also pretended to be in the classroom, but once I told him that the bus driver doesn't go to class, maybe he should be The Teacher, he decided he wanted to be himself so that he could pick a (PECS) card and play games. Then he told me what to say..."Now you say, 'You may now go to your centers.' Say it, just like that."), we decided to read some library books because we hadn't cracked into them over the weekend and he pulls out a sequel.

"Are you going to read it to me?"
"No, you read it."
"Let's take turns."
"OK, you first."
"It was Easter morning...your turn."
"The Easter Bunny hid ten hot-paynk (TN twang for pink) marshmallow...I like marshmallows...chickens, um, chicks. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaall over the house."

We continued like this until I smelled The Younger. So I leave The Elder on the couch with the book to go change a diaper (Yay! It was solid). As I was cleaning him up and spraying off the diaper (we tend to always forget to use a liner when he poops), I could hear The Elder continue to read aloud. It was so cute! He was using proper story-telling inflections in his voice. He read the rest of the book by himself! You can tell when looking over his shoulder that he doesn't sound words out as much as he tries to recognize the word first. Like saying chicken first, then correcting himself to say chick. In the past, he has said "away" instead of "always"; "engine" instead of "english"; "violin" instead of "vitamin"; etc etc.

Well, I thought I would test his comprehension level and skimmed the book and started asking questions about the the story and he got all of the questions right!

"What color were Ruby's chicks?"
"Paynk"
"What color were Max's chicks?"
"Lellow...and they go pop pop pop pop through the mail pop."
"Mail pop?"
"I mean mail slot."
"How many chicks did he get?"
"Just ten."

I verified with The AP that she hadn't read the book to him before, so it was his first time reading that book. Gushing with pride. Watch out standardized tests! We got a genius on our hands!