This is the tenth post in a series written by Frieda, my mother. These are her memories of Sara her first rambunctious child and their adventures on the mission field. Click this link to start at the beginning.
We moved to Mexico when Sara was six years old. Kindergarten was not required then, and we were traveling in the States the year she was five. Since everyone commented how smart Sara was, we were totally caught off guard when she started school and had such a hard time learning to read. She was in a school where classes were in English. It was a mystery to Sara why the other children seemed to learn to read easily. Her teacher was an elderly lady who loved her pupils. Sara spent a lot of time sitting on her lap.
The teacher was puzzled because Sara sometimes could read a page and other times could not. She thought maybe Sara was refusing to read so as to get extra attention. Hal figured out what was happening and went to talk to the teacher. He opened the reader to the story they had read in class that day, and Sara read it perfectly. He turned the page to the next day’s story, and she couldn’t read the simplest word. Once she had heard the other children read it, she could say the lesson by memory!
With every “sara” post, she reminds me more and more of my super smart but super rambunctious little boy!
Bonny, I hope he is just rambunctious and not dyslexic like Sara turned out to be, and I also hope that in any case he brings as much joy to you as Sara has to us!