I won't be blogging much this week because we're heading out to a homeschooling convention. But I did want to write down some things that have been on my mind. Actually, I've been in a VERY anxious mode of late. I no longer resent Belle and her reading difficulties. I love her to death and I'm so darned proud of her!!
But I have NOT come to terms with the ugly D word. It seems like no matter how consistent I am (doing reading, spelling, writing everyday), no matter how much I read to her (LOTS and LOTS), I still get frustrated!! And I just want to scream!! I want to scream to the whole world that I HATE, HATE, HATE dyslexia!!
I hate it so much. Its not fair. My little girl LOVES books! She would listen to me read for hours! But I don't have hours. I get her lots of books on tape. But she prefers me to read to her (smart girl).
She can read but she can't read the books she likes. And she doesn't want the babyish books either.
I had resolved that this year would be different. I would be patient and I wouldn't care where she's at or where everyone else is. And I don't care where everyone else is. No body else knows how hard she's worked.
But last week I lost it during confession. Poor priest!! I was crying and I was explaining what a bad mother/teacher I had been that day because I was pushing her and making her upset. I was like a train who's brakes were broken. I knew I should just stop and put her books away. But I couldn't. I was acting against my own thoughts and INSISTING (despite her tears) that she read to me. And I was powerless to stop myself.
I expected the priest to tell me that I need to stop, be patient, yada, yada, yada.
Instead, he told me that I should just blame God. I should just tell God He made a mistake with Isabelle. He asked me if I could do that. Did I think He made a mistake with Isabelle??
I was dumb founded and replied of course not!! Well, then, if God didn't make a mistake with her and her dyslexia, I had to accept it and trust Him and lay this cross at His feet.
That was very profound for me. And I never realized until last week that I didn't have trust in God. I am always worrying about her future. What will she do when she's older without a solid reading ability?? How will she enjoy all those good books? What about college? I've been praying for her to be miraculously cured. I've spent thousands and thousands on reading programs and reading therapy sessions. And I haven't gotten the results I wanted.
But I've not accepted her dyslexia. I still think I can make it go away. That I MUST make it go away. Because I truly hate it. I would do almost anything to make reading easy for her. When she prays at night to become a better reader, it breaks my heart.
After confession, the priest whispered to me that his younger brother was dyslexic and that he's doing fine. He sells insurance (without a college degree) and EVERYBODY goes to him because they love and trust him. He encouraged me to trust God and to know that God has a plan for her.
The next morning I sat Isabelle down and just apologized for my craziness the day before. We've ditched that reading book that's labeled Grade 4 Reading.
And today I thoroughly enjoyed reading to her. I read 3 chapters from a book. I read a chapter from her history book. I read poems to her. She listened to me read to the little ones (and ran for water for my dry throat).
Isabelle was absorbing it all. She remembers EVERYTHING she hears. Her narrations are wonderful. She remembers minute details. If learning could just be all auditory!!
I'm praying that I start trusting God more. And that I spend less time worrying and even being angry. I am quite the opposite of Job!! I am going to start thanking God for how He's created Isabelle. Start seeing all the wonderful qualities she possesses. Maybe start researching careers that rely heavily on good auditory skills (is that a little too compulsive and ahead of myself??).
Not wanting to leave my other student out, I asked Anna (my super reader) what she thought about the chapters I had read. Anna said, "Huh??"