She says she has a 5-year-old herself & presses me for my methods which I explain, such as they are, & she says surely there must be more to it than that.
L: I know French and Greek and Arabic and Hebrew and Latin and I’m going to start Japanese when I finish this book and the
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L: I had to read 8 books of the
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My admirer says that’s wonderful & that it’s so important for small children to have a sense of achievement, & then drawing me slightly aside says that all the same it’s important to keep a sense of proportion, one needs to strike a balance, dangerous to carry things to extremes, moderation in all things, not that she means to interfere.
By the looks of things I have about three days’ grace before I start teaching Japanese to a child with no sense of proportion whatsoever.
My admirer is still hovering & hesitating, having struck a blow for moderation she says something or other about her own child who is no genius.
I say What about French, she might like to learn French
& she says I know it sounds awful but I haven’t the time.
I say she is probably expecting too much, why not teach her just one word a day & let her colour it in in a book wherever she finds it, the secret of success is to complete a single simple task on a daily basis.
Is that what you did? she asks looking awestruck at
No, I say. But it is still the best method.
Two Circle Line trains came and went and a District Line train pulled in and pulled out on its way to Upminster. She said But how did you get him to do all that work and I explained about the five words and the Schwan Stabilo highlighter & she said Yes but there must be more to it than that, there must be more to it than that—
so that I could not help thinking of things I would rather not think about, such as how hard it is to be nice and how hard it was going to be to be nice.
She seemed to be really interested because now a Barking train came and went and still she was here. She said what she meant was for example she had studied Latin herself, well if you teach a child French the simple task could be a word whereas in an inflected language the grammar was so frightfully complicated surely beyond the grasp of a 4-year-old child.
I said I thought small children liked matching things up, it was not that big a deal, I just explained that the words had to match and he could see that they matched, though of course it probably made more sense when he got used to the idea.
She was smiling sympathetically. What a nice thing to explain to a four-year-old child.
I had not planned to give him a whole declension on the first day as I knew very well what Mr. Ma would think. L seemed to be having such a good time colouring in words with his highlighter, though, and it is always such a relief when a small child finds something to do that it is happy to go on doing, that I wrote out some tables for him (including the dual), with the comforting reflection that Mr. Ma was not there to see it.
I had to consult the dictionary to make sure of finding all the dialect forms and in the end he had lots and lots and lots of words that he could colour in and that was nice.
I told him he could colour in any of the words that he found & then I went back to John Denver leaving
Four or five hours went by. After a while I looked up and he was doing something on the floor. I went over to him and he smiled up at me. He had gone back to the beginning of
He said Where is Volume II? I need to finish this.
I said patiently after a short pause I don’t know where it is, I was looking for it earlier, and I added patiently Perhaps you should learn some more words and go back over Volume I again instead. You could use a different colour. If you need more practice you can go on to Volume II.
He said All right. Can I have ten words this time?
I said Natürlich. You can have as many as you want. This is tremendously good. I thought it would be too hard for you.
He said Of course it’s not too hard for me.
& I looked again at the coloured page and I said
And DON’T YOU DARE colour in ANY OTHER BOOK without ASKING ME FIRST.
That was all I said, & it was too much. A chittering Alien bursts from the breast to devour your child before your eyes. He looked down at the page,
& I returned to my work and he returned to his work.