And then she was here. SHE. Alayna. My fourth child. A daughter. A sister. More importantly, a sister for Emerson.
Alayna went from five to six this year. She very hesitantly started Kindergarten last Fall. The first few months were rough. Yes, I said months. It was painful for her to go, and it was painful for me to make her go. She was a shy girl who didn't know another child at the school, and she could identify about three letters in the alphabet. Somehow, between September and June, Alayna became ALAYNA. Somewhere, everything clicked. That shy girl who had come home crying every day from school, now came bounding off of the bus with tales of Kindergarten and all of her wonderful friends. And those three letters she knew? Amazingly, those three letters not only turned into 26 letters, but into words and sentences and paragraphs and books. That's right-SHE reads ME books at night before bed.
You might know that I am slightly competitive. I think it's safe to say that Alayna also has some of that competitiveness in her. I'd like to recommend that you not tell her no. That word doesn't register in her brain, and you'll probably end up changing your mind.