When I was reading the article about the Amish family for this week’s readings, I was very interested in the length the mother went to in order to find appropriate reading material for her children. She would only buy books from certain trusted stores and if she saw books anywhere else she would research them before bringing them into her house. And since reading is primarily a communal thing in their family, it is easy for the parents to control what their children read.
In my house, reading was primarily a private thing. Reading was what you did when you didn’t want to see or talk to other people. Reading was for alone time. I have an older brother so we had books in my house that were for kids a little older than me. If had run out of things to read I would go and look at our book shelf which had my books, my brother’s books and my dad’s books all mixed together. Only one time did my mother tell me that I wasn’t allowed to read a book, but it was too easy to sneak it so I read it anyway. I hadn’t been allowed to read it because it was about a high school freshman boy and his girlfriend and basically their budding sexuality. I was in about third or fourth grade and just thought the whole thing was weird. My mom found the book hidden under my bed but laughed instead of punishing me.
My experience with parental guidance from reading was the total opposite of this Amish family’s. There were all sorts of books in my house and once I started reading by myself pretty much anything was fair game whether my parents knew it or not. Because of this I was definitely exposed to things earlier than a lot of my friends who didn’t read as much as I did, some of which was good and some of which was bad. Do any of you guys have memories about being told not to read something or having your parents discouraging you from reading things that were meant for older kids? I’m thinking about at what point reading at the highest reading level is good and at what point parents really do need to be careful about what their kids read.