T walked in the door with the hubby, who had taken our cat to the vet.
We circled him with a congratulatory hug because his teacher had e-mailed us great news.
She had a regular check-in with T’s reading. He had been reading at Level 4 – on the Developmental Reading Assessment system – the past few months.
She tried a Level 10 book and he read above 90% accuracy, asked great questions and made excellent comments about the pictures. So this is the instructional level he will read at now.
The expectation for Grade 1 is to get to a Level 16 reading level at the end of the year.
As we are well aware with our parenting journey, every child moves at their own pace.
For T’s Independent Education Plan, his teacher set the goal to get to Level 10 by the end of the year. With three more months of school, we’re hopeful to help T get closer to Level 16.
I was on a work call when I received his teacher’s email and I teared up. It was a busy frenetic week and the good news was very welcomed.
I paused the meeting to share the news with my colleagues, because I was so proud.
We told T how proud we are and how his practice has paid off. We could tell he was proud.
I returned upstairs to work – feeling that adrenaline rush of pride and awesomeness.
Then I heard T screaming and throwing a fit.
I went down to investigate. Turned out our little genius had squeezed himself into the tiny cat crate and now couldn’t get out.
I had quite the chuckle, because kids really do keep you humble and grounded.
But I still felt proud and continued to ride the high.
Then I figured I’d let T sweat it out a bit longer in the crate. Maybe it’ll teach him to think twice before crawling in next time.
And before anyone freaks out and reports me to children services, he figured out how to get out on his own.