Big girl is feeling very proud of herself, and I’m feeling very proud of her!
She’s just finished her first ‘proper’ book!
3 years ago she would strop and sulk at the mere thought of reading. I won’t deny it’s taken her some time, I think she started this book around Easter time but she’s finished it, understood it, enjoyed it and is excited to read the next in the series!
Early days but I’m secretly hoping she’ll become a bookworm just like her mummy 🙂
I love to read, I love books, we have tons of books, so many that I don’t think they’ve even all been read yet, I can’t walk past a book store without bringing at least one home.
I’ve tried so hard to instill my love of books and stories into my girls, I’ve encouraged reading, I’ve taken them to buy books, I’ve let them choose books, I’ve read with them and I’ve read to them.
We have funny stories, heart warming stories, stories with a life lesson and stories to help us understand our feelings. We have big books, small books, short stories and novels, we have ones off’s, collections, traditional stories and modern stories. We have stories for new readers right through to stories for competent readers, we pretty much have a library.
So you’d think they’d at least have a favourite wouldn’t you, a story they like to read or listen to over and over, a story that warms them and makes their hearts smile.
Instead story time is just another opportunity to control. A competition between siblings to see who can ignore me the most and who can talk over me the most. It doesn’t matter that they’d actually like to listen to the story, their need to control the situation and compete is far greater than their need to hear about Baggy Brown, or Albert Le Blanc, or even The Tiger That Came to Tea.
I’ll continue to read, and for now they’ll continue to ignore, but I won’t give up, because maybe one day they’ll listen and allow themselves to fall in to the wonderful world of stories where possibilities are endless and dreams are limitless.
Today I took my first step in doing something just for me.
I signed up to volunteer with a couple of different volunteer agency’s last year. I’ve volunteered for a whole 2 hours for one agency and zero hours for the other. So I decided a few weeks ago it was time to take matters into my own hands. I contacted the girls school and offered my services. They were very keen, a crb check and a quick 2 weeks later and I was ready to start.
I did my first ‘shift/afternoon’ today as a reading helper. This morning I sorted out my old work clothes, well, a pair of trousers and heels, it made a lovely change from my usual jeans and flats and I felt ‘more’, more than ‘just’ a mom!
I was assigned to a year 4 class, children aged 8-9. They were just lovely. I’m not ashamed to admit I was terrified, I thought they’d chew me up and spit me out but they didn’t. They were actually excited, one girl even ran towards me clutching her book in excitement, they wanted to impress ME, they wanted to please me and they beamed with pride when I praised their excellent reading skills, it was so rewarding!
I loved every minute and can’t wait for next week!
My big girl spotted me in school today and nearly burst with excitement and my middle girl was so surprised to see me in ‘work wear’ that she almost tripped me up on the playground by tugging up my trouser leg to admire my ‘pretty shoes’.
Being mummy to my girls is everything to me, but it can feel so ‘one way’ sometimes. They don’t want to ‘please me’, they just want to stay safe. They’re so caught up with making sure their own needs are met that they give very little back. So today was a lovely change, the children gave me, as much as I gave them. It was warming.
I’ll always be my girls mummy and their needs will always come first, but I need something for me too.