My youngest wild thing is 8 years old. He has ADD which has lead to a learning disability in reading and writing. He is in third grade. It has been a tough few years in school. We attend a small Catholic school. He receives a lot of one on one help from his teachers. We have hired several tutors over the years. All of them have been wonderful.
He excels at math. He can do almost any math in his head and just say an answer. Numbers make sense in his brain. The numbers connect. Numbers are solid. The rules are always the same.
Reading… well, the English language has a lot of exceptions. The rules aren’t always solid.
Wild thing 2 tries very hard. He wants it all to click. He is frustrated when it doesn’t. Each tutor has said he is just on the edge of everything clicking. Of course the course work changes as we go up each grade.
Everyone who has ever helped him has lead to the moment that occurred last night. While visiting family, wild thing two comes running in my room. Mom, Mom, I have something for you. He hands me a piece of paper with pen scratching all over it. Look he says, it’s cursive.
UGH! My job is to not encourage him to just scratch all over paper, but to try to write words. It isn’t that he can’t do it. It’s that scratching on paper is a lot easier and requires a whole lot less CONCENTRATION.
I then say… I love when you bring me things you work on. But, I would really love to have a note that you write to me. Wild thing studies me a little with that look that I know this can go either really well or into a fit of hysteria. And it goes well!
After a few minutes, he appears in my room with the following…
Thank you to ever person who has ever helped my baby. He did this on his own without being begged to please go write, please focus, please keep trying. I am so very thankful.