How can I not be grateful for my wonderful children? Even when they are bouncing around the house because I am attempting to watch Spider-Man with them or turning the dining room table into an art studio they are still precious and wonderful creatures. Little angels. True stars of the morning. Just like Lucifer.
They constantly surprise me and last night was no exception. I was requested to read Dogman to them last night and the one that requested it was sitting with me while I read and as I was going I decided to let him read for a bit and low and behold he only missed a couple words.
I have done somewhere between nothing and squat to help my children read. I simply do not know how to teach them. There are places and people whose entire job is to teach children. They’re called schools. I know, I know schools only exist to indoctrinate our children with the woke liberal mind virus or as we used to call it education. So while Cletus and Maude are out there home-a-ma-skoling their little youngins I am going to send mine to the house of the three R’s.
I do not know best when it comes to many things with my children and seeing to their education is one of them. Take my baseball coaching as an example. I told my wife the other day about a demonstration I saw on MLB Network on keeping the back knee behind the back toe and how that allows the hips to rotate without the need of lifting the back foot and when hitters start putting too much weight forward the knee creeps out over the toe and they get happy feet. You want to be quiet in the batters box. Head and feet still, let your hips and wrists drive the ball. She told me no five year old would understand this and most of them can’t even consistently hit the ball at this point.
Can you imagine me trying to teach a kid to read. It would be a disaster of unmitigated proportions. A gargantuan undertaking doomed to failure. So when my child starts to read Dogman to me instead of me reading to him I am happy that someone else was able to show him the way.
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