Yesterday, something really, really cool happened.
My 12-year-old daughter, Melyssa, called me as soon as she got home from school. She had her final Language Arts exam and for it she had to write a short story based on a picture she had to choose. Her choice? “a hobo”. She liked the story so much that she wrote out a second copy JUST so she can go home and share it with me. How sweet is that?
So, I sat there and listened as she read (with no voice!) this story she was so proud of. And you know what? It was great. It really, really was. There was a valid setup, fallout from it, a secret discovery, and more! In fact, there were enough twists and turns that my pride just grew and grew the more she shared.
Yes, it was a story written by a 12 year old – with all the grammatical issues you can expect – but it was also twinged with a lot of heart and creativity. After telling her how proud I was of her, how much I loved her, and how good a story it was, I hung up the phone, turned to my wife, and said, “I think Melyssa has finally found something she’s really good at and that she really likes to do!”
I had been noticing her getting more and more involved and interested in her Language Arts class this year, but this was really something.
A big “WAHOO” from me, I must admit 🙂 Way to go, girl! 🙂