So, Chestnut came home the other day and
triumphantly pulled out her book in a bag (our school has kids use
ziploc bags for books). "I did it!" she announced. "I've reached my
Reading has been a difficult path for Chestnut, with many frustrations
and heartbreaks along the way. But apparently, way back in September in
the early weeks of second grade, when her reading days were feeling
dark and she felt like "the worst reader in the whole class," she set
her sights on one book and told herself, "I am going to get good enough
at reading so I can read that book!"
Ladies and gentlemen, this is that book:
Then she sat down on the couch and read it.
she finished she said, "I've done my goal. That book was worth it. You
know, Mommy, you should put that book on your blog! Try it, Mommy,
And I did. And you know what? It's pretty good! I didn't know much
about Seabiscuit, and it was altogether satisfying to sit there and read it with
a proud reader, who could relax next to me, savoring that all-too-rare sensation of personal triumph.