Tuesday, July 11, 2006
I have this fear of reading out loud. I don't know when it started, or why, but for too long now I just have not been able to read out loud in front of anyone. Obviously I did still read to my belly when I was pregnant and I read to Boy, but until last week, I only read to him when I knew for sure that no one was in the house and therefore nobody but Boy could hear me. And I thought that was just too sad. So I did it, I got the courage from somewhere and read him The Gruffalo when my mother-in-law was in the next room. And the door was open between the two rooms so she could hear me. Of course she doesn't know about my irrational fear, so it didn't mean anything to anyone but me, but I think it was a big achievement. Everyday I try to read something out loud to Boy, and to an audience of more than just the one, and it's been working. We read Guess How Much I Love You, and The Very Hungry Caterpillar, and Each Peach Pear Plum, and you know what? I haven't fallen down dead yet.