t - h - r - o - u - g - h
back and forth, under the table, saying the letters.
Mo hated learning to read and she hated learning to spell and she pretty much hated school because there was way too much work involved. There is hope for kids like her though. She does love to read now, and from what she tells me, she is loving what she is learning in college. And she is even doing her work - I think.
I had breakfast with a friend this morning, and while we ate I told her about something.
Something I've been t-h-r-o-u-g-h.
I realized at some point during the telling that I am truly on the other side.
It's through. I'm through.
I'm standing on the other side. The knee bruises and rug-burns are almost just memories at this point
and boy, does it feel good to know through.