I almost went to bed. No one else is up (well, the boy might be up, I thought I heard footsteps up there...but it could have been one of the cats--they are noisy at night!)
I have wanted to write this post last week--but did not find the time. And now, I pushed myself...because it is what #Microblog is all about--trying to get yourself to write something...anything in the space you call your writing home...
Both my kids have shown talent when it comes to writing.
I think for Michael it is a great way for him to express himself. He doesn't show it too often, but the emotions and the thoughts that he will bring to a ATL essay or a movie review--they are brilliant. I wish he would tap into that more often...although, just like the footsteps I thought I heard--I think he does this thoughtful writing on the sly...in forums about horror movies and aurora models. For someone who has a hard time expressing himself socially, the written word is power. I hope he starts to understand that power as he grows to adulthood.
Willow...the imagination and wonder, her inventiveness and spark of...just Willow-ness...it is just so evident in her writing...
|Sentences she came up with for vocabulary words (underlined); misspelling in Second Grade writings are excused as they are learning the FORM of sentences...as long as they get the vocab words correct...|
|And this tells you what we were doing the weekend before last--camping at Girl Scout Camp! (She had fun...I found it...not as fun...)|
One entry a few weeks back was more than just a writing exercise...Willow had a bad day. She wrote about how bad she felt and basically put on the drama thick ("its the worst day ever!" and "I hate being seven!"). She described an incident in school (she stuck her pencil in the pencil sharpener--because it was too small and the teacher had told everyone not to sharpen too short pencils...). It was such a mournful, sad paragraph. So sad, that the teacher wrote back to her...with the sweetest note about how things were solved (the pencil was extricated) and how yes, it can be tough to be seven years old, but hopefully she will begin to like second grade, etc. It was reassurance and strength that Willow needed...the next day of school...was "the best day!"