This is her absolute favorite book (right now, anyway) and I’m pretty sure that we have read it about a thousand times. In the last few weeks, she has started reading it herself. While I am excited that her reading skills are improving and she can read more and more things on her own, it is a little bittersweet. It means that she will crawl on my lap less and less to have me read her a book. Being a mother is harder than advertised in so many ways, but letting go and being needed less and less just might be the hardest part.
On this sweet day, she read her favorite story to her piggy.
She didn’t need me to read the story…but she did need me to record this moment of her life. Fifteen sweet minutes of her reading all by herself to one of her favorite friends. Fifteen minutes that I don’t ever want to forget.
by Melissa Lloyd