Homework

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When I was in first grade, I don't ever remember having homework. As a matter of fact, I don't think we started homework until closer to third or fourth grade. I really don't remember exactly, but I do know there was no homework in first grade.

That is not the case with Shy. She comes home from school with homework almost every night. Now it isn't time consuming homework as it usually only takes a few minutes to complete. She may have a math paper to do, or a small book to read to us. She is not crazy about the math but she certainly enjoys reading to us, and we love when she does that. For some reason it is much more enjoyable to have her read to us, then for us to read to her. I think it is that pride thing going on as to how well she can read and how much progress she has made this year in reading and writing.

For the last few weeks they have started with spelling words, and they spend a lot of time with it. The children actually get to pick out their own words each week. Yesterday Shyanne came home with cinnamon in her word list. Certainly not an easy word to even pronounce for some people, let alone spell. (Have you ever heard Emeril say it?)

So last night we started quizzing her on her words for this week. It was her first night with these words, so we certainly didn't expect her to know them all. When we saw cinnamon on her list we were quite frankly astounded, and expected that to be a difficult one for her.

So we worked with her on her spelling words for about 10 minutes. She got most of them and was able to get cinnamon only right after she looked at it carefully. No big deal. She had all week, and even if she was only close, that was fine.

I just got a text message from DW. It read:

"Shy cracks me up. She wanted an apple with cinnamon and then
she says, "by the way cinnamon C-I-N-N-A-M-O-N." with a big
grin on her face."

No big deal in the overall scheme of things, but just another one of those small but noticeable milestones in the growth of a child that if you blink, you might miss. I don't want to miss any of those. They are truly what raising a child is all about.

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