Do you remember learning to write your name? I don't, but I remember my kids learning to write theirs. My memories stem mainly from the work it took to remove the graffiti from our bedspreads and walls.
We see graffiti all over our world - walls in public places, scratched on tree trunks in a national park, doodled on a desk in a classroom. Humans have a need to be recognized and to mark their territory in some way. Perhaps that's why we blog, tweet and post on facebook . . .
Alia is joining us in the ranks of the proud, the literate, and those that will never be forgotten. Recently we have been finding her name on our bathroom wall, on random papers strewn about the house,
and made out of blocks in the playroom.
This is one of the things that makes it fun to be a mommy and one of the reasons I love being a reading teacher/literacy coach. I love seeing the emerging literacy skills and knowledge that our youngest children are just beginning to grasp. Their excitement is contagious, even if you sometimes have to wash it out or paint over it.
By the way, I was interrupted in the writing of this post by Alia's exclamation, "Mommy!! I went poo poo in the potty!! Come and see my poo poo!" Linnea is embarrassed that I'd write about defecation on our blog, but this is our family and this is my life day to day. I never want to forget what it is like when this time is over, and I know that kids soon grow up and it's easy to forget.
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