I grew up the second-oldest of six children so I had a lot of mothering experience before I became a mother myself. Still, one of the most surreal moments of my life was when I was filling out paperwork in the hospital and wrote "mother" under "relationship to patient" for the first time. It was a definite perspective shift. Even now, I'll often look around at my small brood and wonder what the powers that be were thinking by putting ME in charge of these miniature people.
Shouldn't mothers be, like, perfect or something?
For better or worse, though, they are mine.
|D, C, and B climbing a tree with cousins.|
KidD, my 11-year-old, loves reading zombie books and is even trying his hand at writing his own hunting story--a comedy--during his spare time.
KidC, my 8-year-old, loves reading about hunting and sports. I love listening to him read out loud: I think he's a natural.
KidB (so-named because both D and C are 2-syllable names and we decided to follow the trend when B was born, so we went looking for a 2-syllable B-name), my six-year-old struggles with reading because of his speech-delay, but still soldiers on. It's amazing how much he's improved over the last year alone.
Their father isn't a reader, but they do enjoy their bedtime mommy-reading time, so I have high hopes of making readers out of them eventually.
What about you? Do your kids enjoy reading as much as you wish they would?