Your LD Child and Their Teachers: Stuff to Think About Welcome back to the Help! My Child has Learning Disabilities Series. Today I am writing to you about school, teachers, and your child. This post is #4 in the series. As I have said in previous posts, our family has done all the things in the ways of schooling. And I will be writing about homeschooling your learning disabled child next. But today it is all about public and private …
Social Helps for the Learning Disabled Child Post # 3 in the Help! my Child has Learning DIsabilities Summer Series Okay, this one is hard stuff. The social life of your child is either something you don’t have to give much thought to or, it keeps you up at night clutching your broken heart. I know. And friend, I am so sorry. Above all, know that I composed this with a lump in my throat and burning eyes. …
A Fresh Look at Shaping the Mind of a Disabled Learner Post #2 in the Help! my Child has Learning Disabilities Series It is never too late to change your mind. I say this to myself a few hundred times a day. My mind is a battlefield. And I remember that not very long ago, my mind was less battlefield and more blood bath. I believed more in my failures and shortcomings than I believed in God’s power to mold …
Help! My Kid has Learning Disabilities! The first note home from our 7-year-old, Sam’s teacher made my stomach flip flop. I am old. For those of you who don’t know me, Sam is the first in our second “batch.” We have four biological children. Maggie is 24, John is 21, Luke is 19, and Sophie is 16. We started all over, 7 years ago with foster care and adoption. Now we have two little boys, Sam and Charlie, aka, …
What You Don’t Get to Decide for Your Children Blood poured from his soaking nose and chin. My insides lurched. You know the feeling when you see one of your children physically hurt? It is a primal ache. The words, “I told you so,” caught in my throat. I did in fact tell him so. Just moments before I had advised my seven-year-old son, Sam, and his five-year-old brother, Charlie, not to cannonball into the pool, holding a three-gallon metal …
My mother-in-law went home to be with Jesus six years ago. It seems like longer. And, it seems like yesterday. Of my memories of my mother-in-law, Iris, her last weeks in our home, in our care, are my favorite. I guess that sounds crass. But it wasn’t because she was dying, it was because she was living. She was in our home, completely entwined in our lives in her remaining days. No, it wasn’t fancy. Some of it was very …
