I sat in the big chair tonight, one twin on each leg, and I listened as they read me a story. “Ann sat with her cat,” they read, almost together. Nathan follows Catheryn’s lead.
These are my babies. And they are reading. Where has the time gone? I wonder as I sit and listen to their sweet little voices.
I knew it would happen eventually. They used to simply ask what signs said. Then, as they started learning their letters, they began asking questions like, “What does S-P-E-E-D spell?” Then it turned into, “Hey! I know what that says! That says STOP!!!” And now, they can sit together and read me an emergent reader book.
Catheryn is a stronger reader than her brother. Nathan struggles more in school, and I wish there was a way to make those struggles go away. But, we are all different. We all have our strengths and weaknesses. Nathan tries. Hard. He is too stubborn to give up, and I am grateful for that.
Hearing my children read makes me smile. It is one of the sweetest sounds I have ever heard.