As I cleaned at least six years of accumulated stuff, i.e. junk, out of the garage, DD sat down and started to write. Words. Intelligible words that mean something in our language. She wrote "cat" and "hay" all by herself. I dictated the spelling for dance party and she wrote several numbers as well. I have secured the evidence for posterity.
Later, she picked up two of those books that I so artfully placed around the house and read them to me. She read two Bob books to us at bedtime and DH and I did a good job of listening vs. correcting. We just provided the word if necessary and moved on. Instead of hearing "I guess I'm not a good reader," we heard "Can I read another?" Music to our ears.
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