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Somethings ARE inherited here, translated…
Before my eldest daughter was school age, I’d read to her every single day, and changed my voice according to the highs and the lows in the stories for her, worked hard, to give her the visual and auditory stimulations she’d needed, my child would always, get very into the stories, and reading for love became the happy time we got to share.
It’s just, that because I’d used my voice too much, I’d often, became hoarse, in order to reduce the impact on my throat, I’d started teaching my eldest to read the characters, started from the most basics, “mom”, “dad”, “grandpa”, “grandma”, etc., etc., etc., after awhile, the results were, amazing; not long thereafter, she’d started, roaming in the world of books, and entered into the stage where she’d, entertained herself, and I’d, gotten rid of my difficulties of, losing my voice too.
With my eldest daughter’s example, after my younger daughter was born, teaching her to recognize the phonetics, the characters, I’d followed the standardized operating procedures I’d used with my older daughter; unfortunately though, this methodology, just can’t seem to work out on my younger daughter, no matter how much work I’d put in to teaching her, my younger daughter just couldn’t differentiate the differences between the characters for “mommy” and “daddy”.
At the moment I’d raised up my white flag, I’d accidentally, discovered that she’d recognized the terms for “cakes”, “ice creams”, “pudding”, “apple”, “juice”, and “chocolates” too. Holy! What, is she getting AT? How, did the script not, go according to my plans? Turns out, that anything relating to food, was more than attractive to my younger daughter! I’d forgotten about how much she’d enjoyed snacking, and, turns out, that when I taught her the names of the foods, I’d not had to repeat myself a second time, and, using different methods to teach different children IS the reasoning here, and so, the plans to teach her to recognize the characters slowly, got on track.
Many years later, as I’d mentioned this to her, I’d started, making fun of what a little glutton my younger daughter was, but, my older sister told me of how when we were younger, she’d been put in charge, to teach my math, and, no matter how much she’d explained things, I just, couldn’t understand, but, when she’d changed the numbers into apples, I’d immediately, understood the math, works EVERY single time. At this moment, I was shocked, to discover, that the apple does not fall far from the tree at A-L-L!
And so, because the two kids are different in temperament, they have different things that works, to motivate them, for the older daughter, perhaps, learning the materials, making her mother pleased and happy, and the mother would give her applauses was enough, but, for the younger child, she’d needed a different kind of motivations, and, the mother was exactly like her younger children when she was little, as she’d learned toward the end, so, the apples, DO grow on the trees there, don’t they???
Life, the Obstacle Course 