Tuesday, September 22, 2009
One of my greatest gifts is called Trisha
When she was around three years old she wanted to learn how to read. She was very sure she could figure out reading so, I read to her all the time. I even got so I would read my novels out loud for her. She didn't care what I read just so long as I read to her. I could see the magic in her eyes as she started to learn words. We would sound them out and we would look them up. To her it seemed to be a great treasure hunt. One of her gifts to me was exploring words and meanings.
We always had structure in our home. Spiderman was her favorite TV show and came on at four o'clock in the afternoon. So I would tell her around 3:30 P.M. it is almost time for Spiderman. She would pick up her toys so nothing would interfere with her show. After Spiderman Daddy came home and we ate dinner, at the table and then bath and then... Books were read. Sometimes Daddy would read Louis L' Amour novels about cowboys to her. Daddy's favorite books were the Sackett series and soon became Trisha's favorite.
Her brother Adam became her "audience" to read to. Then along came James and the boys would giggle and clap when Trisha read to them. She wanted to teach them to read but both were too rowdy to sit still very long. She would not give up on them and tried everyday to teach them words. So we started learning a new word everyday at the dinner table. We would look it up and use it in sentences. It does not surprise me in the least that Trisha is an English teacher.