Yesterday I was overwhelmed. I freaked out. I know that Jake is struggling in school, and I know that last year there had been some discussion around whether he should be placed in a self-contained classroom, so that is where I immediately let my mind go.
Thank you to all who commented and voiced words of support. I know you go this path, too. It isn’t easy…and it’s always a little scary when we can’t see clearly around the bend.
On my personal Facebook page I wrote the following status: You know, when I was a kid in school, I was always anxious and worried about doing well. I studied and put in the work, and it came together. That stressed feeling does not compare, however, to being a parent of children who struggle in school. Oh, great googily moogily. I think 4th grade is going to do me in…
10 people “liked” it. I had about 9 more comment on it. I’m not alone. Jake is not alone. Tate is not alone. There are moms and kiddos all over the country who are doing this dance.
Both of my sisters reached out to me. Both let me know that it is going to get better. We’re going to make it through. My one sister was the late bloomer. She struggled during elementary school, and even some parts of high school. And now she’s got an advanced degree. It just clicked. My other sister had attention difficulties. She hated to read. She hated math even more. (She guesses that she likely has a math learning disorder, too.) And she went through an associate’s program, got a good job, and eventually got her bachelor’s degree.
My boys’ routes are not straight. They will not be like the “typical” kids…but I know that they will make it to adulthood and be well-adjusted and successful. I just know it. I believe it. I hope for it. I pray for it.