Later that day as we are snuggled up on the couch reading silly poems for Language Arts I get him to read one, it only had words he either knows or can easily decode. Then the next one is a little harder but I wanted us to read it together. He was done. Wanted only to have to fight to read words during phonics. LA is suppose to be fun where we read fun stories and poems and then maybe talk about them some. This is when I discovered just how passionate I am about reading. (If you know me in real life you know that for most of my life I have always, always had a book with me)
I started telling him that the whole reason we work on phonics is so that we can learn to read things like these poems. To read things that make us laugh, or cry, to get angry or happy. We read so we can experience the joys of the world no matter where we are in the moment or what is happening in the moment.
He looked at me as though I was speaking another language and looked very, ummm, let's just call it firm. (I have never enjoyed the word stubborn) I read the rest of the poems but it has me thinking about this approach and if it is the right one for my boy.
Knitting, what am I working on? Well here is a picture of the sweater I'm making for my boy.
I have started on the stripes, can't you tell? Yeah me either. Actually neither can the boy. Well no matter it is his sweater for the year and maybe next year he will pick colors that contrast a bit more.