I am asked this question all the time. “My husband doesn’t believe my child’s diagnosis is real. What do I do?” I have been thinking about writing this post for years. I am asked this question several times a month and see it in the search history reports showing what brings women to my site….
Hands on history has been the very best way to help my children with learning differences really grasp historical perspectives and events. This is an example of why it works so well. Both of my boys are history buffs. They love the stories, the battles and the idea of living in a time nothing like…
We are mid-way through our summer. We have splashed in the water. We have played in the waves. We have gotten the mosquito bites. We are now fully in the swing of all of the summer things. I went into June with specific priorities for our summer learning this year. Keep a schedule (my kiddos…
When my children want to say a bad word, they “bleep” themselves. Things like, “Oh bleep,” and “That really bleeped me off.” It’s cute, although sometimes concerning – legality vs. our hearts is kind of big topic around here. But today, I am going to follow their lead and say – Summer is really kicking…
I can’t tell you how many times I have been accused of spoiling my child with special needs, both online and in person. My baby was four weeks old. He hadn’t slept for more than a 45 minute stretch in his short lifetime. I was bleary eyed, depressed, and terrified. I knew, deep down inside,…
When my son was first diagnosed with dyslexia, we had very little to go on. I knew the usual curriculum options were not working. We had tried everything and then tried it again, but nothing really seemed to work. Moreover, my son was becoming increasingly frustrated and resistant. I asked the therapist completing the evaluation…
“Momma, I need you to turn off the air conditioner,” my son said as we drove to his appointment. “OK, but why?” I asked, thinking about the 95 degree heat that was sure to make us a sweaty mess, in about three minutes, without the air on. “Because I am eating something crunchy,” he answered,…
Last week, I shared my experience with behavior charts. The shame, the anxiety and perhaps, most frustrating of all, the fact that they really don’t work. Time and time again, it has been shown that children having the most issues will not only not be helped by a behavior chart, it often actually causes an increase…
I stumbled across an old journal last week. It was for the year 2010 when my oldest son was six and my youngest, three. I read through it and smiled at all the cute sayings and sweet moments, grateful I had taken the time to record them. (I had completely forgotten that my little guy…
I filled out the educational questionnaire for my son’s therapist with a growing sense of dread. Does your child understand the basics of grammar, including parts of speech? Can your child articulate the differences between active and passive voice? Is your child able to complete an essay outline? Um, no. Because my dyslexic son has…
I distinctly remember a math lesson from my sixth grade year. We were learning about negative numbers and my poor little 11-year old brain was just not getting it. My teacher was kind. He tried to take some time with me individually. He gave me extra worksheets to practice at home and he encouraged me…
It’s been a while since I have shared anything about my family’s experience with church. It’s been a while because we are still in a season of trying to figure it all out. Right now, we do what we can. We go when and where we can. We do the best we can. I know…
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