Friday. The last day of the week. Ice cream day. Sleep over day. Rewards for a milestone week at school.
She started to read. Sounding out words. Putting the sounds together and in the process opening up a whole new world. Words are her thing. A reader at 3 and a half. Amazing.
She inherited the love of reading from both sides. We are both readers and now a family of three, reading.
At bedtime, I asked, “who do you want to read books to you tonight?”
“I’m going to read. To the adult.”
“Yeah, Mama. You.”
So she read. To me. No longer me to her, but her to me. Slowly sounding out the words.
I’m so proud.