A Legacy of Black and White

There is a series of stories I began to read to my girls when they were four.
They are silly little stories that leave you rolling on the floor laughing every time you read them.
They capture the attention of the mischievious small child inside all of us.
When L learned to read, in Grade one... we would read them together...
She read, and I filled in the words she didn't know
By the end of the year, she could read them all herself.
She's almost 12 now... and she still reads those stories.
And here we are, after a year of stressful beginnings in a new school with a new language...
Finally, in a story she has read from beginning to end a hundred times
She realized that French is not the source of the pain
And somewhere inside her a tiny piece snapped in place
That turned an attitude of inadequacy
To one of confidence...
And Lord I pray it continues...
For all our sakes.

Isn't it true of all of us though... that when we least know how to go forward, we need to start by looking back?

And Thank you God for Barbara Park... and Junie B Jones...