I wasn’t in one of my better moods because the day was long.
\nDaddy wasn’t home and I had to handle the 2 girls.<\/p>\n
While reading to Zara, I tried to get her to read the words meant for toddlers on each page. A three words phase like A Big Nose, or A Big Mouth. Tried as I may, she wasn’t able to read them, even after I’d done the phonics part for her.<\/p>\n
I blew my top and started raising my voice, telling her she wasn’t paying attention, nor was she trying. Our conversation went something like this. Boy, this went on for the whole reading session. You can imagine how my blood was boiling, and how upset Zara got.<\/p>\n When I cooled down later, I asked myself why I did what I did? I told her I was really sorry, and she hugged me and sobbed. I promised her and myself that I will try<\/em><\/strong> not to do this any more.<\/p>\n I’m not proud of what I did, actually I feel rotten. I’m writing this not to clear my concious but really I want to\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0record my promise to Zara and myself, and hope this will never happen again.<\/p>\n I’m so sorry Zara.<\/p>\n
\nI don’t know mummy<\/span>
\nZara, try. Bbbbb-ih-guh, you join the sounds and say it quickly what do you get?<\/span>
\nI don’t know mummy<\/span>
\nBbbbb-ih-guh, B-I-G. BIG! Big what?<\/span> *pointing to the picture of the nose*
\nI don’t know mummy<\/span> *looking at my face*
\n*shouted*ZARA! LOOK AT THE BOOK, NOT\u00c2\u00a0AT MY FACE. I DON’T HAVE WORDS ON MY FACE!<\/span>
\n*started crying*Mummy, don’t do like that mummy. I’m scared of you mummy.<\/span>
\nREAD! WHAT DOES THE WORDS SAY?<\/span> (why was I pushing her so hard?)
\n*said this softly*Daddy never read like that mummy.<\/span>
\nWAIT FOR YOUR DADDY TO COME BACK AND GO ASK YOUR DADDY TO READ TO YOU THEN.<\/span> (why on earth did I say this?)
\n*sobbed*Mummy, I want you to read mummy.<\/span>
\nTHEN TRY TO READ THE WORDS<\/span>
\n…<\/p>\n