Both the children have reached reading landmarks this week. My daughter started school this September (more about that another time, I’m still coming to terms with it!) and has made rapid progress through the incredibly intuitive and sympathetic teaching in her class. She is starting to see that reading unlocks the answers to many of her questions and it has been very empowering for her. She can tell if a shop is open or closed (bugger…), if something on the menu has chips (again …) as well as just what Mum Bug has in her bag.
She spends a lot of time now writing letters, words and numbers and it’s magical watching her learning.
My son has also reached the stage where he wants to start reading to himself. I still read to him in before bed but now he is having some time for himself before lights out. He’s chosen quite a tricky book to start with but it’s his confidence more than his actual ability that needs boosting. I am just over the moon that he loves books and gets so much from reading.
Tonight he carefully fashioned himself a cosy reading nest in his bed and painstakingly positioned his new reading lamp at precisely the right angle. He then promptly fell asleep - I’m pretty sure he’s coming down with something – but it’s made my heart sing the past few evenings to hear both of them patiently blending and segmenting away upstairs, reading quietly to themselves and, with any luck, starting out on a life-long love of books.
This beautiful present from my sister says it better than I ever could.