Any of you who’ve had kids and grandkids probably know what it’s like to watch a little kid learn how to read. Until yesterday I had not had the experience.
When they arrived to set up the deck, Connor told me he was Hobbes and Michelle was Calvin. I said, “How come you get to be the tiger?”
“We played for it and I lost.”
Personally, I think it’s better to be a tiger, but that’s just me.
Lots of stuff happened in kid time while the project went on. At one point,
Michelle sat in front of me with a well-read Calvin and Hobbes comic book. She read slowly, not totally getting the essence of what the words said, but pointing at the words and sounding them out old-school.
One of the new words was “garden.” I commenced the Socratic method almost instinctively. “Where do flowers grow?”
After a couple failures (this is not university) her mom said, “Sound it out, honey.”
“Gar-den.” She jumped up in delight! “GARDEN!!!”
Then she said down and kept reading to me. I had tears in my eyes at the beauty of this. I looked over at her mom who was kind of teary, too. In my mind I saw the WHOLE WORLD OPEN for Michelle.
P.S. Obviously I’m not a stickler for writing to the prompt.