"It is now a first grade reading now," said the doctor, held my breath. "What?" I said with a mixture of surprise and ...
"It is now a first grade reading now," said the doctor, held my breath.
"What?" I said with a mixture of surprise and concern. "He's 10."
I stayed for a while and decided to ignore the comment that comes pretty sure in the throat How am that I know how old she is.
"Well, two years ago, I was reading in a kindergarten, so really, who two years progress has in two years," I said, of course, she nodded and appreciate progress.
They did not.
We spent the rest of our time together to talk about the many opportunities for intervention for dyslexia, and bring it to "quality."
I felt so sorry for my youngest son, who works so hard but never enough as it feels.
I understand why you feel that way. Learning disorders are so smart.
Your doctor versed in the differences of dyslexia and learning. She knows exactly what his IQ test and the average learning profile. She knows that a child deeply gifted dyssynchrony in certain areas and deep behind in others.
And they still can not believe that after the formation of therapy and teaching per day for more than two years, the only play Hop On Pop may at its finest.
I understand why you feel that way. Learning disorders are so smart.
We talk about the school options against him homeschooling. I'm in school to be had to do the response you get. and I got better, but the doctor was surprised when he said. "your needs, there is no way the school system would be able to help you, we can finally be able to get the school district to pay for him to go to a particular private school, but it would take years, and I am not convinced that this would be a good choice for him, either. "
To see my dilemma, I thought, but I do not say it. Learning disorders are so smart.
I went home to my children, exhausted, and feel the weight of the whole. I left the appointment with great tips for everything that I have to do.
And I'm grateful.
And I am tired.
as a kind of career Feels use - with "quality" as the goal line. Class does not mean anything to my children. My oldest son is now reading at a college level of competition, but can not execute sequential tasks, do not even require the most basic function of management. My youngest multiple grades for history and science, but they could not read the word, '' he said yesterday.
I can not use the level of quality than the norm.
I know it. But I long for him. I want our fast and linear progress. I want to grade level so that it hurts sometimes. I want to be able to tell anyone who asks, "Yes, they are on the ground", and never again the debate about how the progress to accelerate. I want to avoid the panic that rears its ugly head in the early morning and last night. "Am I doing this right? What should I do? I hurt these children?"
My children are children. They are not the mathematical equations. They are not the projects with completion dates. It would be better for them to reach the quality level of expectations, it is sometimes impossible. More importantly, when I think they are getting what is most important in your life and how they are successful as adults, have lower standards for reading and math matter.
So today, instead of all the progress that we have not done, I choose to focus all that have reached my children. Instead worrying levels and shortcomings, I choose to see the team that my child than two hours built in less on their own. I choose this book collected my little guy and see the true joy that instead of the words on the cover to read: Step 1 Prepare Read -You.
Today I will do my best for these children.
This means that they see what they are and accept exactly where they are, regardless of the grade level.
