Reading and writing

Last week, my husband had "the cough." He wasn't feeling very well. My son made this little card for him. It warms my heart every time I look at it. It's current home is on my bedside table. It deserves a blog post.

H. wrote: We HWPU git Betr

Translation: We hope you get better

H. had a run of hard days at school last week. He fretted (and shed tears) because his handwriting is sloppy. His teacher told him this-- and another girl in his class-- very serious. (Sometimes, I disagree with teachers and their philosophies/methods. I try to get beyond my disagreements. I pray about it. I wake up at 2 in the morning and ponder for hours).

My son also worried because other 6-year-olds are reading independently better than he is. Yes, that may also be true.

I like my son's handwriting, and I relish his creative spelling. He writes like he draws-- in great swoops and long lines.

I remind my son: we read when we read. The gift comes when it comes. What matters is what we do with it once we have it.

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So, I'll be at an Episcopal church meeting with my husband all weekend. It is a lot of work to get out of town. I hope to have wireless and be able to do some blogging (and knitting) while away. Here is a hint of the next post if I can upload it.