I’m going to try following the prompts that Lisa Jo Baker posts on her blog every Friday. This week’s is: See. The rules? Write for 5 minutes. No editing. No over-thinking. No backtracking.
This afternoon as he and I ate lunch he said, “I memorized my book, Mama.”
And so began his retelling of the first book he can read on his own.
“It’s called School,” he started.
“I see crayons. I see scissors. I see books. I see desks. I see chairs. I see children. I see school.”
When he was done, he was beaming. We had a hug. A “proud of you” moment and then he cleared his dishes from the table.
That word, see, stuck with me all afternoon. Everything he’s learning to see. Everything he has yet to see. Gratitude that he can see to read. To learn.
So often I take for granted all that I can see. The sweet faces of these two boys as they are sleeping. Seeing them play, argue and make amends. Seeing them interact with my husband and my mom. Seeing them with their peers at school.
All this wonder at my fingertips, simply because I, too, can see.