Today was an emotional day.
The parents of a child I started tutoring this December, asked me to go over with them the ed and psych reports for a school evaluation they had requested.
Telling the mom that after reading the reports my suspicions are stronger that the child has dyslexia. She cried as her husband tried to comfort her.
Here is the frustrating part:
We are talking about a 2nd-grade child who struggles in every area of reading but who is hard-working, and motivated, with two caring and loving dedicated parents who sat in K, 1st, and 4 months of 2nd-grade classes, and if it wasn't because this mother's institution and initiative this child's problem would have just continued to go unsupported at school level.
Why do schools keep playing this waiting game? How much failure does the child need to be experiencing before we decide to provide them with the support and instruction that they need and deserve?
WHY do we keep letting kids drown to then try to rescue them?
Sometimes to get your life back, you have to face the death of what you thought your life would look like.
God has a good plan in mind, sweet friend. But it’s probably not going to look anything like the one of our own design.