I'm out of practice. Rising before dawn, driving in the dark. He was on schedule even if there was no bus to meet. After a long day of digital school at home, he was eager to work on his own project. An Idea Jar.
"Nana. How do you spell ...."
Jake and I coached him through sounding out 'dance', 'play', 'pretend' and others of his own conjuring as he did his best printing on slips of construction paper.
I could hear the key turning in the lock on the magic trick of reading and writing.
Five years ago, I watched him take his first steps. This was better by far.
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at the threshold
Joy. I miss seeing kids' brains work.
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