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She knew this was going to take a while... and observed as he struggled to hold the pencil at first, trying to control it.
Her heart broke with love for this one... so sweet and sincere. They both looked down at the blank, white page together.
She wrote his name on her sheet, with capital letters. Easier to copy. She was careful not to write anything too complicated as it is easier in the beginning to understand and master block letters. She so wanted to help but she was new at this teaching business.
She remembered learning to read and write, how it felt like magic to finally unlock the key to the written page.
She grew up sitting on her mum's lap, listening to stories, and following her mum's finger trailing over the words as they were read. She longed to be so powerful!
She remembered singing the letters, sometimes as one long word, elemenohpee! then she remembered the feel of that thick paper tablet, the one with the two solid lines and a dotted line, the way the letters looked growing on the blackboard as her teacher formed them. The aha moment when she realized the sound they represented went together to make the words in her story book! Yea!
Now she could teach others to do that. What a gift! A gift to her to see them excited about it! Forming sentences, then paragraphs, and next stories and reports. "Written by.... fill in their name here!" Budding authors and poets. The magic of words!
First they had to control their fingers and pressure on the pencil as they carefully traced over her letters ...
Yep, it wouldn't be a quick process but Mr Johnson would have the same pride at relearning to write after his stroke as he did when he learned the first time. She would be just as proud of him too.