I was putting my youngest son to bed tonight when my husband burst into the room holding a book and said, "He can read." My son wanted to show me, so he crawled into his brother's bed and read an entire book. I sat there with my mouth open, unable to react the way I thought I would with a lot of tears. Oh there was rejoicing, but I wasn't prepared. I thought it would be months or years of frustration until the day it all clicked, not "Oh, I can read."
The book was Go Away Dog. I know this is just the beginning; he isn't going to start reading Chapter books tomorrow, but I'm thrilled for him, and hope that he grows to love books as much as I do. I can't take any credit either; I bought some books on phonetics, but I haven't opened them. I thought he had just memorized the book, but this isn't one we read all the time. He was guessing on some pages, but on most of them was able to sound out the words he didn't know. Children are our teachers; relax and enjoy learning, and the rest falls into place. I'm one proud mama tonight. (Um, B, maybe you could ease up a bit on all this growing up super fast stuff, I just accepted the loose tooth last week, and now this, and Kindergarten registration-you are making Mommy a basket case-thanks.)