Wednesday, March 17

Minor Interruptions

Wow, it feels good to be back to my little not-so-secret cranny again. I wasn't in a hiatus from blogging you see, I've just been mercilessly busy slogging in the domestic front like erma bombeck. Gabby had his vaccine today, a long overdue shot really, since he was supposed to get it at the most proper time which is 9 months. For that, I got some friendly scolding from the doctor with the spanking white frock and handsome face. Why are most male doctors gorgeous and goodlooking, anyway? Is it always destiny that make these fine creatures go into a profession where they come into the most contact with lesser, sicker maybe more repulsive mortals who are supposed to be enlivened by their hale and hearty presence? Does it have to do with the handsome face that signal the pink of health and an antidote to everything unwell in a sick man?

Well, I dunno. It's just an impetuous observation, I suppose. Maybe I oversimplify. Like saying that most artist and writers are slobs. They probably are. But that's a sweeping accusation again, which proves me wrong when I see a great work of art which only bespeaks of the precision of hand and clarity of mind of the artist who made it. But, I always digress.

Work has been heavy these days. And I've missed my readings. I'm trying to pick up again on the book that my aunt lent me, How to Teach Your Baby to Read (The Gentle Revolution), by Glenn Doman. It's an interesting read. In a nutshell, its a product of more than twenty years of research on attacking the basic problem of a brain-injured child, and how one is able to help her become a well child, the technique being is to teach a very small (brain-injured) child to read.

The same ability to raise a neurological organization can be done to teach a well- BABY to read. Notice the word baby. It says in the book that the younger a child is when he learns to read, the easier it will be for him to read, and the better he will read. I will quote a paragraph in the book to summarize what it is all about, "Children can read words when they are one year old, sentences when they are two, and whole boks when they are three years old--and they love it."

I agree with what the above says, and that's why I'm putting much effort to delve deeper into the method of teaching Gabby to read, obsessive as it may sound. Of course, I know that it is not at all that HARD to follow what the book suggests a parent should do. I think what more importantly matters is one's commitment--to give my son the time, the sacrifice, the attention and the focus needed to make the thrust of the book a realization. Wow, that's mommy speaking. Do I make sense anyway?

So, on to the book. I'm just about finished, but my next project would be to make the charts that will aid his learning everyday. With Gabby's early fondness for books, I don't think this is going to be a Herculean task. I'm having fun while thinking about it already. So don't blame me if my blogging would be sparse in the next few's for a great cause.

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