Reading.
I would literally pay someone to teach ALL of my children to read.
It is literally the bane of my homeschooling existence.
I would rather do ANY OTHER subject than reading.
ANYTHING.
But, yet, here I am teaching Tempest to read and dying inside with every misspoken phonic.
For instance, the other day, she was reading the book, Pat’s Jam a phonics readers book, for her daily reading practice.
She did exceptionally well through the book, that is, until we reached page 7.
The sentence reads: Pat is not sad.
The word Not.
That’s where she got stuck.
So, I sounded out each letter.
“nnnnnnnnnnnnn-auuuuuuuuuuu-tttttttttttttttt”
“dog”
“Let’s try again.”
“nnnnnnnnnnnnn-auuuuuuuuuuu-tttttttttttttttt”
“hot”
“Close. Lets change the first sound.”
“Ham”
*wide-eyed and deep breath*
“okay, let’s go again.”
“nnnnnnnnnnnnn-auuuuuuuuuuu-tttttttttttttttt”
*the slow death has begun*
“Pam.”
“Alright sweetie, let’s try again.”
*whining and exclaiming* “I don’t know!”
“Yes, you do. Let’s just sound them out again.”
“nnnnnnnnnnnnn-auuuuuuuuuuu-tttttttttttttttt”
“can”
“no, but let’s try again and look at the words while you try.”
“had”
*wide-eyed and feeling the darkness closing in on me.*
“Sweetie, say it with me.”
“nnnnnnnnnnnnn-auuuuuuuuuuu-tttttttttttttttt”
“Now, put the sounds together.”
“not”
“YES! you got it! High five!”
*high five*
Then we move on to the next sentence: Pam is not sad.
We get started and I immediately have flashbacks to the minutes just before.
Thankfully, this time she remembered and pronounced the word correctly.
Score.
The slow death has ended.
That is, until the next time we sit down with a book and the viscous cycle begins again.
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