1 Mother 2 Another

Last night I came in after work to snuggle
Cora after she’d already been in bed for a while. I found her
propped up on a pillow, studiously studying an open book;
she’s been “reading” very simple books for a
couple months or so – simple as in, “I sat on the mat.
The rat sat on the mat” with lots of accompanying pictures
– and she is straining hard to start deciphering more
difficult books.


“Mommy,” she said, gesturing me over, “what is
this word?”


I looked at the page.


“That word is ‘glad’,” I said. “The
‘g’ makes the hard sound, I know it can be
tricky.”


Cora huffed impatiently. “No, not that word, THAT word
–“ and she pointed more specifically.


“Oh, um, that word? That word is
‘whisker’,” I stammered.


Cora nodded thoughtfully. “Ah, the ‘h’ is kind of
silent, like in ‘whisper’. Well, not silent, more like
breathy.”


And she continued reading.


Yeah, I’m calling it – she’s officially reading.
Apparently.