When I started this blog five years ago, lil moonspun was just 7 and starting first grade. RP and I were not married and we were waiting for him to officially get divorced so we could get married. We were living briefly in the house he owned with his ex after she moved to Kentucky with his daughters, but had sold the house that FFO and I had owned together. We were in transition.
Lil m was, as she still is, a pretty happy, artistic, creative and fun kid. She loved to hear stories, but reading was never on top of her list of things to do. Until this past summer, when she discovered the Hunger Games. It was the first time, she actually sat down and read a book for days. Actually, if truth be told, we listened to the first one in the car on an audio tape. Just as we had all 7 of the Harry Potter books, which had taken us 13 months and through 3rd and 4th grade.
Then we bought the second book in the Hunger Games series, Catching Fire. And she read it as if she was gobbling it up. Then we bought the third, Mocking Jay. It was a weekend in the spring and she finished the second, picked up the third while I grabbed the second and waited for her to finish Mocking Jay so I could read it. I am glad we read them when they were all available as I can’t imagine putting the second one down and then having to wait for goodness knows how long to read the third.
She’s read a couple books since…she is in 6th grade and it’s much more of a requirement and expectation now. But her love of the Hunger Games books is real. It was the spark. Today we are home because lil m’s tummy is upset. As much as I can be a total bitch about sending her to school when she isn’t feel great, I don’t believe in doing that when the words, “I think I might throw up” come out of her mouth. She’s a strong kid and no faker.
In any case, she picked up Mocking Jay last night and started reading it again. Now she is sitting on the couch, with ginger ale and soup reading. Spark indeed.
This morning, she was watching me check my work e-mail, check a couple blogs and post on Facebook. Then she surprised me by asking if she could start her own blog. I wanted to say no at first, because I couldn’t imagine. But then I thought, well why do I need to say no? I said we could talk about it, but there was alot to think about. What did she want to name it? What did she want to do with it? Who was she going to want to read it? That kind of thing. So she is thinking about it. And I’ll ultimately help her if she decides to do it.
It seems grown up to me, in a way I can’t explain. My 12 year old with her own blog. Then again, her world is different than mine was at 12. Very different. So maybe it’s not so bad. And maybe, once it’s up, she’ll be able to articulate herself why she loves the Hunger Games so much. And I can just link there….