Wishing on an eyelash...

Charlie (age 7, size of a peanut) has been slow to learn to read. Unlike George (age 9, and nine year old size), who was reading in kindergarten, Charlie has struggled.

He was chosen to read one of the petitions (we pray to the Lord) at the kindergarten and first grade mass. He practiced each night and had it down pretty good. Yet, on the morning of the mass, he pulled me aside and said:

"I found an eyelash today and I blew on it to make a wish. I wished that I was a better reader."

I immediately dropped down to peer right in his sweet little face and said,"I have way more respect for a guy that finds it hard to read and keeps on trying than for someone it just comes easily to."

I couldn't make it to the mass. Nana and Poppop went and said he was great. My friend Audrey said he did awesome, that he read it like he had practiced for weeks.

When he got home, he and I jumped up and down screaming,"Yeah! Yeah!"

Then he begged to read to me. So we sat and he read his new book Big Nate. Two pages in, he was reading so well that I kept turning to him and asking, "Did you read this already? Did George read this to you?". I kept on asking and he kept insisting it was his first time reading it. Finally, he punched me in the arm and said, "I can read now!"

And I realized, his eyelash wish worked. The switch in his brain flipped. Charlie can read.

He is awesome. And a very brave little dude, too.


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