If you give a boy a pen…
If you give a six-year-old boy a pen, he will give you “luv,” he will give you “seriul”, and he will give you “zookene.” Above all, he will give you his heart.
Living with three kindergarten boys who’ve discovered the wonder of writing is a true gift. My sons are, right now, sleeping through the eve of their last day of kindergarten. They’ve come a long way since their first week of learning the sound of every letter. Now, they write us notes at the drop of a hat. If they’re sent to time out, they slide notes under the door pleading their case for release. If they’re feeling mushy, they write us love notes and tuck them into our pockets. If they are feeling imaginative, they write stories with their very own pens on their very own paper. They don’t wait for me to record their stories for them anymore.
I love my son’s versions of “love” and “cereal” and “zucchini” and every other word they sound out and capture. I love the effort they put into writing, and the confidence with which they share their results. And, on the eve of their final day of Kindergarten, I’m completely, deeply, in love with their Kindergarten teacher. As far as I’m concerned, that amazing woman earned every one of those bags of “zookene” that my sons brought her.