As I mentioned in my previous post, I attended a meeting tonight regarding a reading intervention program that #3 was recommended for. The guilt would be unbearable if not for the grace of God!
Reading to my kids somehow went from a privilege 10 years ago to drudgery now and it is showing. #3 will be staying through lunch and the afternoon two days a week to have fun learning literacy. You know....something HER MOTHER should have been teaching her at home the last six years of her life. But, no....her mother is sick, sick, sick of Danny and the Dinosaur and The Foot Book. I am ashamed of myself.
I pride myself (that's bad, too) on sacrificing for my family, yet somehow I missed the boat here. And, I'm embarrassed to even admit it. Let's face it. #3 was raised in a restaurant and spent many of her days watching videos in a playpen. Baby Einstein can only do so much. She is still a TV junkie only with some computer time thrown in. I'll offer to read to her and the only time she wants to is if she can avoid bedtime by letting me read to her. Thankfully, her love for the outdoors, music and cooking gives me something enticing to offer her besides the one thousandth rerun of Kim Possible. As I type this, SHE IS WATCHING TV!!!! I gotta go now.....time to ask for her forgiveness and do this "Mom thing" right.