Like a lot of people, I have a story about a teacher who taught me an important life lesson. Only, in my case, it was my son Daniel’s first-grade teacher. She taught me to trust my child. She taught me to trust myself.
Our oldest son James was an early reader. Starting in preschool, he was fascinated with all types of “environmental print”—menus, signs, cereal boxes—constantly sounding out words and sentences. By the time kindergarten rolled around, he was an eager reader. My husband and I were so proud (and, yes, a little smug). Of course our son was an early reader! We read to him all the time; we carried books with us everywhere. We were doing things right.