Eyes on the prize
My six-year-old doesn’t like to write.
My husband and I were surprised and thrilled, then, when he asked to start a blog.
We were so thrilled, we offered him a Kindle* if he’d write fourteen days in a row.
He was so stoked, he wrote for this many consecutive days:
On Saturday, Li’l D accompanied me to the shop to have my busted Kindle repaired. After the shop deemed it irreparable, I got a credit for a replacement.
I stood in line with Li’l D and my new Kindle for a minute before revelation struck:
- I don’t need a device. I now have the app on my husband’s old tablet.
- Li’l D really wants a device.
- I can use my credit to get him his Kindle!
I swapped my adult Kindle for a kids version, returning to line with one ecstatic kid.
Back in our car, Li’l D started writing the moment after he buckled his seat belt.
He’s written every day since.
Apparently, having the prize in sight makes all the difference for the reluctant six-year-old writer!
* Like his cousin’s, over which he’s swooned for months