“There’s a girl in my class that already knows how to write her name in cursive.”
A simple statement made by a six-year-old to her mommy.
It filled me with a healthy dose of self-doubt.
“Would you like to know how to write your name?” I asked because I could feel that it was what she wanted from me.
How could I not try to teach my child to write her name?
How could I let her see how hard this was?
She ran with excitement to get paper. I carefully held the pen, slowly shaped the letters. She then concentrated hard and copied what I had done.
She radiated pride when I gushed over her hard-won success.
When she was gone to bed I looked at the cursive writing again.
She was right to feel accomplished. She did as good as her mommy.