I love books, if you didn’t already know. My daughter does, too. She’s got a good speaking vocabulary, and knows her letters back to front (literally), but still relies on her parents to act as live-performance audiobooks.
To remedy that, us older folks have been trying to teach Little Girl how to read on her own. It’s been difficult, sure, but it’s also been really rewarding. It may sound trite, and I really hate the touchy-feely new age statements of “the experience taught me things, too,” but…
The experience taught me things, too.
I realized a few things that has implications for how we learn things as adults. And if you’re willing to cut through all the sentimentality, I’m willing to share it.