She knew some of the names of letters and she knew what they said, but putting them together was really, really tough and confusing and...she was scared.
Then the time came. Teacher sang out her name. She pressed the little light on her table that warned the kids in her class that she was busy and not to bother her. It was her turn to have "special time" with her teacher. Teacher smiled at her as she walked to her table. "Hi honey," she said. "It's time for me to hear you read." Little Miss Sparkle Shorts stared down at the table as she sat down. She looked up at Teacher. Should she tell her? Should she tell her that she couldn't read? She sat there for what seemed an eternity. Teacher asked her what was the matter. She looked up at her and said the words she was ashamed to say. "I don't know how to read." She whispered. She stared at Teacher and Teacher stared at her. Then, a smile formed on her teacher's face. "Honey, I'm going to add a word to the end of that sentence you just said to me. I want you to repeat after me, okay? I don't know how to read..." She repeated each word then her teacher paused, looked at her and added, "Yet." And she said the word, yet.
Then Teacher she said these words to her. "You see, in this class there are going to be a lot of things you can't do, yet. And I bet there will be lots of things you think you can't do but you can. You will surprise yourself and me too. So repeat after me. I don't know how to read, yet!"
So with that little word Little Miss Sparkle Shorts felt the weight of ten firsties lifted off her shoulders. And know what? Teacher told her that she did know how to read. See, she said knowing the sounds those little squiggle lines called letters made...was reading!