Friday, June 22, 2007

O-P-I-E, Opie

I was reading Mother Goose to the older daughter (4 1/2) last night. I closed the book and was picking up her room when she said “O-PEE-AH…O-PEE-AH…That has some of the letters of my name.”


She showed me the spine of her book: Opie/Wells, the editor and illustrator of this collection, and pointed at Opie: “See, mama, o-pee-ah.”

“You just read that. You read a word!”

She jumped up, her arms shot in the air, fists clenched, like Stallone in Rocky. “I did it! I read a word!” It’s funny--she didn’t even notice she had read it until I told her--she just sounded it out and the word made sense to her. But when I told her, her sense of thrill was electric. I picked her up and gave her a big hug. We went and told her father. When I tucked her in a few minutes later, she looked up at me and said, “Oh Mama, I read a word. I’m going to remember this day for the rest of my life. Are you going to remember it for the rest of your life?”


Anne Camille said...

How could you not remember that the rest of your life? :-)

Anonymous said...

What a truly beautiful post, Anne.

Unknown said...

Yeah--I'm still smiling!

Kate S. said...

What a glorious moment! Thanks for sharing it.

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