I had the privilege of teaching my youngest child to read. Not a stranger, but I struggled through the alphabet with him and went over the sounds of each letter each day. I followed the curriculum exactly wondering the whole time if it would really work. Most days went smoothly. Some days we would sit in the dining room and he would refuse to do a lesson. Other days he would disturb his brother’s English lesson so much that my husband and I thought we should send him to school. Then one day as we sat on his bed. We began with the rhyming game which begins each lesson. I opened the book and he sounded out the words “s-ee--m-e--rea-d” “See- me- rea-d” “See me read” “Mommy! See me read? I’m reading! For real, Mom, I’m not making this up!” With tears coming down my face I called the other two kids from their studies, my son called Daddy at work! Listen, I can read! “See me read”! Personally, I just can’t imagine giving that thrill to anyone else in this whole world!
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