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have a peek at these guys But in a week when writing was my only creative recharge, it seems that my eldest apple has not fallen too far from the tree. Kitty has been making little picture books for years, usually with the odd caption or two, but nothing quite resembling a full story. But this week she upped her game and made me a story and activity book.
enter She started it in school as a surprise and had finished it before I got home so I got the first look at the finished article.
go site Her current school won’t teach formal academics until next year; she’s not learning to read or write at the moment, so everything she does is from memories of last year and input from us whenever she asks, and to see her pull that back out of the memory vault and use it, when this time last year she hated reading, hated writing, thought it all boring and pointless and couldn’t understand why she was being asked to do it, is just wonderful. It’s in Kitty words rather than the traditional English but I would so rather that she wants to tell stories, but needs to work on the vocab, than that her spelling be perfect but she’s entirely disengaged.
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And the other is perhaps more selfish. Is it greedy to want to see some aspect of the genetics of your own that you like showing up in your children? All three of mine look like John, clearly have his sporting abilities (especially Pip), love music as much as both of us, and art and generally creativity, but wanting to make little books, that’s just a little bit of me bubbling to the surface and narcissistic or not, I’m not ashamed to say that I take pleasure in seeing that I’ve passed on to my lovely eldest daughter something that gives me so much fun.