My eldest daughter is a reader. She comes by it quite naturally. She’s spent the last six years of her life being read to and watching us read. I’m trusting that her baby sister will join in the love of books as she gets older. If not, she’s going to have a rough time getting our attention when all three of us have our noses in books.
The first grader’s school runs a contest all year called Reading Olympics. To participate you just fill out a calendar each month with how much you read each day. I’m worried that this year the people who keep track aren’t going to believe that we filled it in properly. The six-year-old discovered Diary of Wimpy Kid at the library. She can’t put it down. I read part of it with her. We were giggling quite hysterically. I told her if she got any ideas or picked up attitude we were shelving Greg Hefley. I figure I survived reading Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing and didn’t turn out too bad.
She received a set of several more of them for Christmas along with a couple of Baby Mouse books. After she opened her first book on Christmas morning she promptly started reading. We had to tell her to put the book down to open her next gift. She reminds me of me. Really the whole point of this blog was to share this photo. Add a pair of glasses and you have me thirty years ago.
My first grader and I have many similarities. We are both fiercely protective and amazingly proud big sisters. We both don’t shy away from a microphone. We are both learning to stand up for the under dog and love the bully into submission.
There are some ways that my daughter is nothing like me. Ways that I am very proud of her. Ways that she’s a lot like her dad.
She’s way tougher than I ever was at her age. She can do the entire monkey bar circuit at school. She beat a third grader at tether ball. I never beat a kid at tether ball. I think the third graders would still beat me. In fact….I’m pretty sure my first grader could beat me. I asked her how she accomplished this feat. She says that a friend told her the secret tip. According to the first grade girls you wind up the ball, fling it behind your back and then throw it as hard as you can.
She loves science. For Christmas we got her a Snap Circuit set (very cool…check it out here). She can now explain resisters, circuits and the path that electricity follows. I even understood what she was talking about. She and her dad have been spending at least an hour a day since Christmas building simple machines. They just completed a cool art spinning motor. I love girls who love science. I love dads that hang out with their daughters.
My baby girl and I are sitting in front of the fire while the two scientists putter in the other room. I’m blogging. Shocker I know. It’s because my sister-in-law and my sister ganged up on me today and told me it was time. They are probably right. The baby next to me is celebrating the fact that she has a new skill. She knows how to roll over. Life is about to get very interesting. Wonder who she’ll turn out to be like.