For the past three weeks, I feel as though a lot of people in the "blog-world" have been talking about keeping things "real". So here goes...I hated school! It was never easy. In fact it was a lot of hard work on both my part and my parents. As I have mentioned before I am dyslexic which made reading and writing seem impossible to me at times. But we kept at it and I more than survived school.
For better or worst, M seems to be having some of the same struggles that I had with reading and still have with spelling. As hard as it was for me in school it is simply heart-breaking to watch your child suffer. In fact I have called my mother a couple of times just to thank her for all the hard work she put into my education, time-wise and heart-wise. I never understood that she and my dad were hurting just as much as I was. And from time to time this school year I have thought that maybe my schooling was more heartbreaking for them than me.
Now I am on the other side of fence. M and I have battled from time to time about homework. I am sure that he thinks I am a close relative to the Wicked Witch of West. I know that he comes close to hating me when he can't play with friends because he has to go to his tutor. But I also know that he is making progress. M is surrounded by a team of adults that are helping him and truly care about him.
If all goes well, someday M will be making the phone calls I have been making lately "Thank you so much for all that you and Dad did. I really had no idea Mom. I am sorry for all the drama and tears. As a child I thought you were being cruel. Now I know how much you cared!"