I had been down about Jory’s reading. I wasn’t sitting down with him, getting him to read, teach him to read, or rather increase his reading skills. I was sort of freaking out a little. I talked to a co-worker who unschools his kids and felt somewhat better about things.
Then on Friday night at AWANA, Jory comes up to me and asks if he could have a package of seaweed as he sees his Sparks mates have.
“You’re going to eat seaweed?” Really?!
“Yes,” he assured me.
The woman in the kitchen handed me a pack and I handed it to Jory. He thanked us and went back to his Sparks class. The woman and I continued talking. Some time later, Jory appeared at my side.
“Mommy, this says, ‘Do not eat’, so here you go,” he informed me, while handing me a small white packet that said in bold type DO NOT EAT.
My boy can read! Yippee! He can read when it counts. Thank you, Jesus! This evening would have turned out a whole lot different if he couldn’t . Thanks for the shout out that I’m on the right path and I’m not ruining him.
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