I’ve made my living as a writer for an extremely long time, so, obvi, words are supercalifragilisticexpialidocious important to me.
Thus, you can imagine my horror whenever I see the Wee Lass’s cray-cray attempts at what the teachers in her school call “sound-spelling.”
Basically, the kids just sonically stumble their way through their assignments, like a recent one in which they were tasked with detailing ways – both through words and drawings – to be more Earth-friendly.
My little lady had the brills idea to “Save electricity. Turn off the lights.” And as you can see from the headline of this blog post, she kinda phonetically got there.
While I’d love her to be fluent in a foreign language, Sound Spelling isn’t on my Berlitz wish list – anywhere.
I’d be freaking out and pushing the panic button right now if it weren’t for two key facts about my one and only offspring: One, she’s only in first grade. And two, her reading is wicked good.
Now I just need her to fall as deeply in love with books as I am. So we can segue, seamlessly, from “lectissupee” to “electricity.”
Lordy knows I’m doing my bit to set a good example for her; much to Hubby’s dismay, I have books tucked into every nook and cranny of our home.
In my office alone, where I sit now typing away at the ungodly hour of 5:53, there are three bookcases, plus an old chest of drawers which I painted white and re-purposed as yet another book catch-all.
Sidebar: Can we discuss how Shabby Chic it was of me to paint and re-purpose like that? Holla. And as I glance to the bookcase at my immediate right, I see three Shabby tomes: The original, which I think is out of print and might need to be nabbed on Ebay, plus The Shabby Chic Home and Rachel Ashwell’s Shabby Chic Treasure Hunting & Decorating Guide.
For the record, I don’t care how early 1990s that whole Shabby aesthetic ethos is. Why? Because A) I still love it, and B) Rachel Ashwell is in the midst of staging a maje comeback. You read it here first.
But back to my hopes and dreams for the Wee Lass’s book-loving future.
Maybe I’ll just start making little themed reading lists for her. I could start with “Mommy’s Favorites” and kick it off with literally the best book of all time – House of Mirth by Edith Wharton.
Or we could go the “Strong, Cool Women Memoir” route, and she could dive into:
1. Revolution From Within by Gloria Steinem
2. Living History by Hillary Rodham Clinton
3. Jerry Hall’s Tall Tales
4. My Life So Far by Jane Fonda
5. Diane: A Signature Life by Diane Von Furstenberg
Whoa, I’m sort of loving this Mommy’s Reading List idea…
But I gotta get the Wee Lass up and at ’em and ready for school. So she can wolf down some Cracklin’ Oat Bran, and then go turn lectissupee into electricity.