The Joy of Reading

It doesn’t look like much... But I’m calling this right here “broken arm blessings”. He was my first to teach to read, and he didn’t really figure it out until about halfway through second grade on his own timetable. No pressure. No rush. Just Coop being Coop. . . Then getting him to read for fun... Didn’t really exist until the last couple of months. Smaller graphic novels and then he told me he wanted to take a break from them. I pretended not to see Harry next to his bed. Could it be? . . Here it is. He is reading for fun. Telling me how much better this book is than the movie. That it’s exciting. When you’re sleeping in the parents room with a bit of PTSD, you go to bed at normal time and get to stay up later if you’re reading a book. . . While he isn’t getting much writing done these days without a functional right arm, he did just bring his book to the couch. That’s a victory. The blessing of the broken arm. Now to get him to believe he can read at any other time than bedtime...