Brothers? Really? Reading Time with My Boys

It’s amazing how two brothers from the same mother and father could be so different.  From a very young age my first born son could sit in my lap and listen to an endless pile of children’s books.  My second son, now almost two years old, has yet to sit through a fully read story.  I have come to realize from my own two children and those that I have had the pleasure of teaching, that we all need information presented in a variety of ways in order to gain something from it.  I spend time every night reading at least three short books to my oldest son before bed, yet I sing to my youngest while swaying with him in my arms.  During the day I pick up picture books and point out the images with my little one, while I cuddle up on the sofa to enjoy a longer story with my oldest.  Interestingly, my oldest very seldom will sit and look through a book independently, while my youngest is entertained for stretches at a time with a pile of books all to himself.  Whatever I do, I always make sure I read to both of my children every day at least once, in a way that is favorable to their unique personalities.