Ask anyone who’s been through parenting and they’ll tell you there’s a spectrum for every stage of development. As my children grow, this is becoming even more evident. I can’t think of a milestone that Gemma and Cleo have reached at the same age, respectively. Even amongst Gemma and her friends — they’re all just so different.
When Gemma entered kindergarten a month and a half ago, she wasn’t reading yet. I wasn’t necessarily concerned, but knew we had some hard work ahead of us. Still, I was nervous. I have absolutely no experience teaching a child how to read. I wasn’t sure what resources existed, and how to implement those that do. I have little to no memory of my own reading journey (although my parents have filled me in). Like a well worn pebble, reading’s just always been there for me. It’s been an escape, a source of bonding, something that I love. I want my daughter to find that joy. And so, every night, I put Cleo to bed and we sit, with our little readers. She’s working harder than she ever has before, I think. And slowly it’s coming together.
What I once feared has become a favorite part of the day. I love it when that happens; a beautiful surprise of parenthood. And although it would have been so much easier for her to enter school having already mastered reading, there’s something so incredible about seeing her make the climb.
In fact, I suppose we’re making it together.