Chapter 28 :: Worries in Development
"She can read, at least," Michael offered. Natalie sighed, sitting with him on the couch, watching Ophiera sprawled out on the floor with a book. Michael was right - she could read just fine, and was spending more and more time reading. She'd graduated from simple picture books to very short stories. And Natalie was fairly sure that soon Ophiera would want to get the children's novels at the book store.
It probably had to do with Ophiera's love of everything fantasy. Watching movies, playing pretend, reading - all her favorite things.
"I'm worried, though. She's been delayed in entering the school because she can't write at all, except for her name."
"I know," Michael said, softly. "But she just doesn't seem to want to learn how to..."
"She can draw the letters well enough. You know... I wonder..." Natalie stood up, then went over to Ophiera, who had just rolled onto her back, done with reading. "Hey, honey love?"
Ophiera smiled up at her mother, holding out her arms. Natalie picked her up, cradling her close. "I want you to try something for me. And it you can do it, I'll take you to the bookstore and we can look at those big books we saw last time!"
Ophiera clapped her hands, smiling brightly and nodding.
"I want you to try writing something. Make something like your book. Put words on paper, and make it say something. Think you can try?"
Ophiera blinked, then frowned. She shook her head.
"You know," Natalie said, trying not to sound frustrated, "Adair can probably write. Don't you want to be like him?"
Ophiera seemed to consider. Then she nodded.
"Remember how to draw the letters?"
Ophiera nodded again.
"Then let me get you some paper."
It probably had to do with Ophiera's love of everything fantasy. Watching movies, playing pretend, reading - all her favorite things.
"I'm worried, though. She's been delayed in entering the school because she can't write at all, except for her name."
"I know," Michael said, softly. "But she just doesn't seem to want to learn how to..."
"She can draw the letters well enough. You know... I wonder..." Natalie stood up, then went over to Ophiera, who had just rolled onto her back, done with reading. "Hey, honey love?"
Ophiera smiled up at her mother, holding out her arms. Natalie picked her up, cradling her close. "I want you to try something for me. And it you can do it, I'll take you to the bookstore and we can look at those big books we saw last time!"
Ophiera clapped her hands, smiling brightly and nodding.
"I want you to try writing something. Make something like your book. Put words on paper, and make it say something. Think you can try?"
Ophiera blinked, then frowned. She shook her head.
"You know," Natalie said, trying not to sound frustrated, "Adair can probably write. Don't you want to be like him?"
Ophiera seemed to consider. Then she nodded.
"Remember how to draw the letters?"
Ophiera nodded again.
"Then let me get you some paper."
