{"id":3344,"date":"2026-09-18T16:03:19","date_gmt":"2026-09-18T16:03:19","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.drroxannedaleo.com\/roxie\/?p=3344"},"modified":"2026-09-18T16:05:05","modified_gmt":"2026-09-18T16:05:05","slug":"how-the-girl-who-struggled-to-read-grew-up-to-love-books","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.drroxannedaleo.com\/roxie\/how-the-girl-who-struggled-to-read-grew-up-to-love-books\/","title":{"rendered":"How the Girl Who Struggled to Read\u2014Grew Up to Love Books"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">When I was a child, reading did not come easily to me.<br><br>But books were everywhere.<br><br>My parents both loved to read, and they made books part of our family life. They took us to<br>bookstores, where I could wander among the shelves and feel the quiet excitement of being<br>surrounded by so many worlds waiting to be discovered.<br><br>My father was especially good at making stories come alive.<br><br>He would tell us about his adventures growing up on a farm in New Jersey and working at his<br>father&#8217;s fruit and vegetable market in Hoboken. He loved stories\u2014not just the ones he read, but<br>the ones he carried with him from his own childhood.<br><br>I also remember what happened when my father found a book that captured his imagination.<br>He might settle into his chair with a new biography of a great man, a book about the history of<br>the Roman Empire, or a story about the Egyptian kings and the pyramids. For hours, he would<br>become completely absorbed.<br><br>Every once in a while, he would look up from his book and tell me one of the fascinating things<br>he had just discovered.<br><br>I didn&#8217;t always understand the details.<br><br>But I understood something much more important.<br><br>I could see that reading brought him joy.<br><br>My mother created a different kind of relationship with books. She was an artist with a strong<br>sense of beauty and aesthetics, and our coffee table often became its own little gallery of<br>ideas\u2014books about the stars and the sky, art, and artists such as Michelangelo and Leonardo da<br>Vinci. I especially enjoyed opening to Impressionist painters when my imagination would wild<br>with the colorful brush stokes.<br><br>Our home wasn&#8217;t simply filled with books.<br><br>It was filled with curiosity.<br><br>Looking back, I realize that my parents were teaching me something without ever sitting me<br>down to teach it.<br><br>They were showing me what a reader looked like.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">My father showed me the contentment of disappearing into a book for hours. My mother showed<br>me that books could be beautiful objects that opened the door to art, imagination, history, and<br>wonder.<br><br>And somehow, that love became contagious.<br><br>I struggled with reading as a child. Yet I grew up to become someone who loves books.<br><br>That transformation matters to me because it reminds me of something I wish every child\u2014and<br>every parent\u2014could understand:<br><br>A struggle is not an identity.<br><br>A child may struggle to read and still become a lifelong reader.<br><br>A child may struggle in school and still grow into a deeply curious, capable adult.<br><br>And sometimes, what a child needs most isn&#8217;t another reminder of what she can&#8217;t do.<br><br>Sometimes she needs to see someone enjoying what she is struggling to learn.<br><br>She needs an invitation into the world beyond the difficulty.<br><br>My father never had to tell me, &#8220;You should love reading.&#8221;<br><br>He simply loved reading himself.<br><br>And I watched.<br><br>Perhaps that was one of his greatest gifts to me.<br><br>He didn&#8217;t just teach me how to read.<br><br>He showed me why I might someday want to.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When I was a child, reading did not come easily to me. But books were everywhere. My parents both loved to read, and they made books part of our family life. They took us tobookstores, where I could wander among the shelves and feel the quiet excitement of beingsurrounded by so many worlds waiting to 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