Dyslexia as a Parent
Taking my son to school to be tested for kindergarten the other day brought back a lot of memories. I have a LOVE HATE relationship for school. As I was walking down the hallway I remembered the sleepless nights because of dreading the next day asking myself, what if I embarrass myself. I love to learn but hated doing it in front of people as a kid(I have severe dyslexia). I felt embarrassed reading out loud because I was horrible at it. My heart would beat a million times a minute when it was my turn, it felt like something was in my throat. Kids would question why I left the room when it was time to take a test... I felt embarrassed I had to be alone or with an aid for tests. It’s funny looking back at this because I really could careless now that I’m an adult. But holy crap I cared so much about what others would think of me as a child. I guess my biggest thoughts on my mind taking my son to school is, please please please I hope they are nice to him... My son seriously has the biggest heart and is so sweet. He has had challenges learning and talking and there have been several times kids and adults are not kind or patient with him. He has not been tested for any kind of disability but he reminds me a lot of myself and my disability. The other day I had a “talk” with him and told him “if someone is mean what do you do?” He said “go find a knew friend”. It cracks me up because whenever we go to the park if kids are mean I tell him to go find a new friend. So I prepped him and said if you need to talk to a teacher do it and that not everyone is going to be nice BUT you ALWAYS be nice even if they aren’t. I hope my words spoke to him. I think this is going to be challenging for me to watch as he goes to school but I need to remind myself that it’s all going to be ok. I am so glad I had the experiences I had in school because I would not be who I am today. I know whatever is to come will help mold my little boy to being a strong person.