I'm going to tell you a story that starts with jealousy, passes through humility, and ends with my children writing better than they ever have.
It begins with my neighbor, Lin.
Lin moved in next door three years ago with her husband and two kids — a boy in 2nd grade (same as my son) and a girl in 4th grade (same as my daughter). They're a Taiwanese-American family. Warm, friendly, the kind of neighbors who bring over food when you're sick and never forget your birthday.
Her kids and my kids became instant friends. Same school. Same classes. Same teachers. Same homework.
And within about three months, I noticed something that I couldn't stop thinking about.
Lin's kids were better at everything academic. Not a little better. Noticeably, consistently, across-the-board better.
My son and her son were in the same 2nd grade class. Same teacher. Same assignments. But her son's written work was cleaner, more complete, more organized. His handwriting was neat. His sentences were full. His homework was done in twenty minutes. My son's took an hour — with tears.
My daughter and her daughter were in the same 4th grade class. My daughter is smart — gifted in math, reads two grades ahead. But when it came to written work, Lin's daughter was on another level. Her book reports read like they were written by a middle schooler. My daughter's read like she was in a hurry to stop writing.
I told myself it was normal. Kids develop differently. Some are "writing kids" and some aren't. My children were strong in other areas. It didn't mean anything.
Except it kept happening. Quarter after quarter. Report card after report card. And the gap kept growing.