Things are scattered about our home on a daily basis.
Not placed in their belonging spot, but haphazardly abandoned in various locations.
Usually, this drives me bonkers.
But, today I noticed a particular item scattered about the house
and instead of inciting my ire, it brought a smile of satisfaction.
This has been years in the making,
years of pushing
and bribing and brooding
but somewhere along the way
because there are excellent books dispersed
about my house
and I could really care less if they make to their rightful place on the shelf,
as long as they make it into their rightful place in my children's minds and hearts.
Reading is catchy as is apparently writing
because my oldest has caught the bug.
seriously, how cute is he!
I am warning you I am going to brag with great pride right here.
Know that this comes after years of him hating reading and writing to my utter dismay.
He recently won second place in the PTA Reflections competition
for a story he wrote about a boy who was once selfish and then changed when he realized a boy he went to school with was homeless. The boy left food for the family and then rallied the town to raise money to pay rent on a home for the homeless family.
Can you just imagine how I was bursting!