Words (to her) are — well, I don’t know what they are. That is why we do the lessons. Perhaps (to her) they are birds — each word a flock of small, black birds. Or maybe miniature furniture moved into a room as my finger reveals them one at a time. When she gets distracted…
Children delight in the unseen. Since becoming a mother, I have consumed dozens of invisible cupcakes and sipped countless seemingly empty cups of tea, and it doesn’t trouble my daughter a bit when I, interrupted in the midst of some terribly grownup task, receive her baked goods with a blank look and say, “What cupcake?”…
