Three of my five kids are avid readers. I can't get them to do much else. Which is a problem at times, but does make things like school a whole lot easier. People (and teachers) often assume that they could read before they started school. But, no, they come from my parenting style (aka - quite slack and generally go with what ever makes life easiest) so no teaching going on at home before they started school. Actually, none of them could read fluently until the end of Year 1 when they were all about 7 and a half years old.
Which is all fine. But there has been that 2 year period of quiet uncertainty between them starting school and them finally getting the hang of it. So while my kids haven't progressed at all for months and months, there's always a kid in the class who is extremely gifted so just picked it up without trying. Or the parents who work really hard at it so they have children who are reading well after one year of school.
I've just been going through that all over again with our number 4 child for the last 18 months. The quiet uncertainty. I could tell that he was making all the right 'noises' with reading so I felt confident he'd get there. But now he's really finally getting it. He turned 7 in June (the magic number for reading in my personal sample group) and I just realised that he's been reading the Tour de France guide, information from the internet for an assignment and moving up to higher levels in his home readers. All in the last few weeks.
And all despite his hopeless parents (and we really are quite hopeless - the parent-teacher interview highlighted it quite clearly for us!) he seems to have got it. I'm mostly pleased for him because books bring so much joy to us in our house. But also a little bit pleased for myself because it's one thing I can cross off that list that floats through my brain at insane times in the morning.