My Writer.October 31, 2012 at 12:12 pm | Posted in Mensa (aka: my kid's brilliant, milestones, motherhood | 7 Comments
Last night, in the bathtub, Lucky looked at the bottom of one of his rubber ducks – the one we used to use as a temperature gauge when he was a baby. This time, though, he noticed it had a word on it.
As he usually does, he asked, What does this say, Mommy?
So I helped him sound it out. Hot! he said triumphantly.
And then he said, I can WRITE Hot. Down, down, across. A circle. Then down, across.
I thought for a moment, then confirmed that yes, that’s how you’d write the word Hot.
This morning, when I was in the shower, he came in to say hello. And again noticed his duck.
And this time, he ran downstairs to Charlie, so that he could practice writing.
With Charlie’s help sounding the words out, by the time I got downstairs, he had written the words “Hot,” “Warm,” and “Cold.”
I’ve been meaning to have Lucky send my mother a get well card for a while now, just hasn’t been my priority – especially with all the drama that’s been going on in the past couple of weeks.
But this morning, since he wanted to write, I asked him if he’d make a card for Grammy.
And with some help sounding the words out, he wrote this – all by himself:
I love you
My kid is WRITING. Holy crap.