January 23, 2013

Transfiguration

Benjamin’s not ready, we decided. He’s only in first grade, and he’s just now come out of his period of intense fears.

“He’ll understand it better if I wait,” I told my husband. “It’s not going anywhere.” Sure, his brother was his age when he began, but the books would hold in the closet a little longer. Because I’d bought him his own set at a used bookstore eight months ago.

I puttered along, reading him Beverly Cleary books, and he puttered, too, with books about Lincoln or a few pages of whichever Ramona book we were on.

Today, he walked out of school, his nose deep in his library book, halfway through “Chapter One: The Boy Who Lived.” Perhaps he wouldn’t understand it, I worried, but he seemed to be able to explain everything he was reading.

And now I sit here in his room, during our reading time, while he lies on the floor reading chapter two, because he wants to read it all by himself.

I waited too long.

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5 Comments

  • Reply nicole January 24, 2013 at 12:11 am

    no. you waited just right. now he can claim them as his own.

    I love “finding” things in the stacks. It’s magical. And though I stole and read all my brother’s books that I wasn’t allowed to read , they will always be his books.

    • Reply emily January 24, 2013 at 12:33 am

      I know, Nicole, but I still feel a sense of loss.

  • Reply Poker chick January 24, 2013 at 2:51 am

    Similar with us. Mini couldn’t even watch a movie that wasn’t rated G, but she decided on her own she was ready and got through 3+ books before declaring it scary. Interestingly, she refuses to watch the first movie, insisting it will be scary in movie form. kids!

    • Reply emily January 24, 2013 at 2:53 am

      But the movies scare my eldest while he can get through the books. Some kids are more scared by the visual, I think.

  • Reply Helen January 25, 2013 at 2:53 am

    Let the metamorphosis begin….
    I am still waiting for my daughter’s, though!

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