I remember very clearly the day I came home from Kindergarten and told my mom I was going to read her a story. I went to my room to pick a book (A Sister for Sam - Carebears), and she waited on the couch. She later told me that she was fully expecting a 5-year-old's retelling of a story from memory, but she was floored to find that I was actually READING. So, yesterday, the tables turned. Sebastian walks in from getting off the bus, and the first thing he says to me (in the usual very-matter-of-fact Sebastian way) is, "Mom, I can read." He got a little reader book out of his bookbag & started in. I could tell it wasn't from memory (because he got hung up sounding out a few words...'there' and 'hide' were doing him in every time!). He was READING!
Confession - I was totally unprepared for this. I don't know why I wouldn't have been expecting it, since he has been going to school for several months now...I just wasn't. Then, this morning, as we were watching for the school bus together, he looks at me and says, "Mom, pretty soon when I'm more grown up, I won't need your help getting on the bus." I know, Buddy, don't remind me.
Confession - I was totally unprepared for this. I don't know why I wouldn't have been expecting it, since he has been going to school for several months now...I just wasn't. Then, this morning, as we were watching for the school bus together, he looks at me and says, "Mom, pretty soon when I'm more grown up, I won't need your help getting on the bus." I know, Buddy, don't remind me.
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