The miracle of learning to read is an altogether different experience with Little Miss.
She wants to be able to read. Secretly. She practices and tries- when no one is watching. She is learning, slowly, but it is not. yo. business.
So. Practicing together takes patience. She gets frustrated, She says She gives up, She huffs and puffs and wriggles around.
But She reads.
So tonight we practiced. It was brilliant, watching what She can do- if She will. When we finished, She went to bed frustrated that She'd had to try so hard, and mad at me for sending Her to bed (an hour past bedtime) instead of next reading to Her.
But Miss is so extremely practical. She wants to know the reasons for things. Once She deems them necessary, they will be done. So as I tucked Her in I tried to explain to Her the magic of reading.
"When you know how to read, you can do ANYthing! You want to fly? You can read about how to become a pilot or how to build an airplane! If you want to go down under the ocean and meet an octopus, you can read and learn how to become a diver, and where to find an octopus. If you want... (searching for something relevant to Her interests)...if you want 50 cats, you can read all about how to take care of cats, and-"
Miss can't take it anymore. She interrupts, Her fists clenched, Her eyes piercing: "Arg! FIFTY cats? FIFTY?! UGH! Mom- that's WUH-DIC-A-LUS!"
I can say nothing. I mean. She's right.
Missy: "Fifty cats. Theh would be no woom foh anyone. Wu-dic-a-lus."
And She rolled over and went to sleep.
She wants to be able to read. Secretly. She practices and tries- when no one is watching. She is learning, slowly, but it is not. yo. business.
So. Practicing together takes patience. She gets frustrated, She says She gives up, She huffs and puffs and wriggles around.
But She reads.
So tonight we practiced. It was brilliant, watching what She can do- if She will. When we finished, She went to bed frustrated that She'd had to try so hard, and mad at me for sending Her to bed (an hour past bedtime) instead of next reading to Her.
But Miss is so extremely practical. She wants to know the reasons for things. Once She deems them necessary, they will be done. So as I tucked Her in I tried to explain to Her the magic of reading.
"When you know how to read, you can do ANYthing! You want to fly? You can read about how to become a pilot or how to build an airplane! If you want to go down under the ocean and meet an octopus, you can read and learn how to become a diver, and where to find an octopus. If you want... (searching for something relevant to Her interests)...if you want 50 cats, you can read all about how to take care of cats, and-"
Miss can't take it anymore. She interrupts, Her fists clenched, Her eyes piercing: "Arg! FIFTY cats? FIFTY?! UGH! Mom- that's WUH-DIC-A-LUS!"
I can say nothing. I mean. She's right.
Missy: "Fifty cats. Theh would be no woom foh anyone. Wu-dic-a-lus."
And She rolled over and went to sleep.
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