For the last couple of months, I’ve been teaching my
grandson to read. I’d promised him I’d teach him but was stalling until he was
interested enough to pay attention. But when he grew tired of waiting and
started trying to teach himself, I figured he was ready. So, we started the
lessons.
It was a little slow going at first, introducing him to all
the letters and sounds but he has a very good memory so things started falling
into place. He was doing well and every few days I’d add another letter—or two.
After a month or so, we were progressing well. Or, so I
thought. Then I overheard him tell his Grandma that “Grandpa is a good teacher;
he’s just really slow.”
“What do you mean I’m slow?” I asked, pretending I was
offended.
Unfazed, and with a roll of his eyes, he said, “We’ve had a
LOT of lessons and I still can’t read.”
Somehow, he’d gotten the idea that I was supposed to just
tell him all the rules and he’d instantly be able to read.
I tried explaining that it would take a while; that there
were a lot of letters and a lot of rules.
“And it’s too hard for you to remember all of them at once?”
he asked.
Sure, that’s it.
The child has since had a birthday and as he tells me at
almost every lesson, he’s now five. The significance of that is, as he makes
sure I know, I’ve been teaching him since he was four and in his mind, that’s a
whole year. And still, he can’t read.
Except he can—a little. Of course, that’s not good enough.
He wants to be able to read books and everything else. I’ve assured he’ll get
there—eventually. Although, eventually would come much sooner if Grandpa wasn’t
so slow! ~
Bruce
A. Borders is the author of more than a dozen books, including: Inside Room 913, Over My Dead Body, The Journey,
Miscarriage Of Justice, The Lana Denae Mysteries, and The Wynn Garrett Series. Available in ebook at www.amazon.com/Bruce-A.-Borders/e/B006SOLWQS
and
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