the places we will go
Listening to Maya read is like pulling teeth.
I realize the above statement should be filed under, “Did Ameena really write that?” And yes, I concur that there should be limits to my honesty.
But for the love of God! I want Maya to earn her free grease-laden, fake cheese-topped personal pan Book It! pizza as much as the next dedicated mother, but I’ve been going crazy with Maya’s ongoing 200-minutes-a-month reading assignments.
Okay, now before you judge know this:
- When a word has more than 5 letters Maya often just makes something up because she is too lazy to sound out words.
- She chooses books that are super long, just to piss me off.
- She purposely holds the book at an odd angle, so that I can’t see the pages properly – thereby ensuring that I can’t correct her made up words.
- She starts whispering halfway through the book, presumably (again) just to shorten my life by a few years.
I know that Maya doesn’t do any of these things when she’s reading at school. Or to my mom. Or to my sister-in-law.
Although, I won’t even begin to address what she puts Ali through.
So is this just her little form of rebellion? Is she “testing her boundaries” to “see how far she can push us?” Because if so, I sort of wish she’d try to sneak out of the house to party with her friends instead.
Now that I can handle.