Well, I
hate to admit that a four year old’s stubborn assurance proved to be more
practical than my mature reasoning but, alas, I have no choice. Winter put up a bitter fight, but eventually
it succumbed to Spring’s enduring warmth.
The ice thawed, the snow melted and soon adult birds set about searching
for the perfect place to build a nest.
One day, while sitting outside, my spouse noticed twigs sticking out of
the front hole in the bird house. “Can
it be?” we wondered. “Has someone indeed
selected our birdhouse as the ideal residence to start a new family?” Sure enough, within the week, we started to
notice a little bird hanging around our patio.
He would rest on the fence and watch us skeptically, cautiously and if
we lingered too long he’d start chirping as if demanding that we leave him
alone.
In the
morning, weather permitting, my son and I sit outside and he reads to me. It is a special time we get to share as he
sounds out new words and begins to master others. Since reading is still a new skill, it takes
awhile to wade through just a few pages. In
between sentences, my son will stop reading and expand upon the story, adding
details the author either forgot or deemed unnecessary. Or he will ask questions, impatient to have
answers that would be revealed soon enough if only he kept his attention
focused. While he reads, the little bird
flits nervously about as if protecting his nest. Hoping from the fence to the birdhouse and
back to the fence he makes himself known by chirping incessantly. My son, who loves any sort of distraction
while reading, often lifts his eyes from the words in front of him to search
for the bird. One morning, in the middle
of a sentence, he abruptly stopped reading, picked up his head and smiled, his
eyes aglow with the spark of an exciting idea.
“The birds like it when I read,” he declared, and it seemed just about
the best motivation in the world to keep doing it. “I think they want me to keep reading.”
“I think
you are right,” I answered, wanting to encourage him, allow this fantasy to
take root because I want him to read and sometimes my wanting him to do
something just isn’t enough to encourage him to do it. Like all kids, he is always more willing to
do something if the incentive comes from someone or something other than a
parent.
“Why? Why does he like listening to me read?”
“Because,
you are a good reader.” The compliment tinted his cheeks and nudged his lips
into a broader smile. Feeling good about
yourself and what you can do is also a good incentive to keep doing it.
But the
little bird doesn’t only make his appearance when my son reads. Several days ago, I was sitting out on the
patio working on story when the bird came to visit yet again. My spouse had wanted pictures of him, so I
was ready with my camera resting beside my computer. While the little bugger proved to be more
reluctant to have his picture taken than my son, I did manage to get a few
decent shots of our lively new neighbor.
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