Having a child with dyslexia and an intention to cater to his strengths and to find alternative correction, has lead me to things I never considered before. Minecraft is one.
I admit, I am a little resentful of public display of knowledge. (Maybe I am scarred from my debut on DB’s Delight circa 1985). When I first heard of the National Geographic Bee, I wondered what does it prove anyway? Today, I found my answer. Continue Reading »
Last night, I neatly laid out my son’s shirt that I had chosen for picture day. It is soft and trendy, a handsome olive green with buttons. He is an especially easy-going child and has never before not followed my “suggestion” of clothing when it mattered to me.
This morning, my son came down for breakfast completely ready for school in camo shorts and a black Lego t-shirt. His hair was combed and his socks were on; as far as he was concerned, he was ready. Continue Reading »
We were at a party at our neighbor’s house this past weekend. Their house is visible from ours, but across the lake. Henry, our six-year-old son, was kayaking with another child when he decided to go home. She came back and told us Henry went home. No big deal to us; he manages himself well enough. We figured it was Lego time for him and we too would be headed home soon.
We continued to visit with friends, when someone asked, “Isn’t that your boat headed this way?” “Yeah, but I don’t know who is driving,” shrugged Steve. The boat continued at a respectful speed, and at about 150 yards out, Steve yelled, “Henry?” Continue Reading »
A few weeks have passed since my son completed the Davis Method for Young Learners and I want to update you on Henry’s progress. The program itself is simple, but complex, and difficult to immediately comprehend so I was doing a lot of trusting. And it is paying off. Continue Reading »
Arguably one of the most difficult ordeals a parent endures is watching a child suffer.
For the past four weeks, my eight-year-old daughter has been tormented and at times incapacitated by her own mind. I could not talk her out of it; I could not buy her way out it. This was her suffering and only she could bring a close to it. Continue Reading »
The point at which one becomes disorientated, often resulting in the inability to read and write. Well hell’s bells, I’m beginning to think I’m dyslexic too.
I am nearing information overload as I have researched incessantly the subject matter of dyslexia, its symptoms and solutions.
Up to this point, we have not done anything traditional in regards to our children’s education and I really don’t plan to now. If the goal is “to read at grade level”, “to be ready for a traditional classroom”, or “to learn to take a test”, I am not interested. Anyway, there isn’t anything at grade level about this child. He is no average kid. In every area, he presents either above or below.
I am committed to providing whatever he needs to maintain his confidence and boost his reading & writing abilities as long as it is not at the expense of his 3-D, spatial, non-verbal, experiential abilities. I am convinced that with enough time, effort, and money, we could make him a linear, verbal thinker. (All the studies indicate in approximately 3 years). Ain’t gonna do it. So in other words, I want him to learn to read and write within his own framework, not mine.
I met a lady today whom I am trusting to give us solace. Her name is Cathy Cook at On Point Learning Center in Columbia. She is dyslexic, has 4 dyslexic children and 3 dyslexic grandchildren. (Did I mention it’s hereditary?). She has worked in special education for years trying to “teach” reading. Then she discovered, The Gift of Dyslexia by Ron Davis. The traditional method tries to teach reading; the Davis method teaches orientation and the student learns to read.
The theory is that the same dis-orientation that allows him to see in 3-D prevents him from reading & writing in 2-D. The remedy is to re-orient the mind’s eye. How complexly simple is that!
As for my son, he gets to meet with Cathy to talk about his imagination and play with clay. He thinks it’s kind of cool.
Today, I had to do one of the hardest things a mother has to do. I told my children that one of their cats was dead. Not just dead, but killed at the hands of a predator. Continue Reading »
Categories: Awareness with Action
Tags: conscious parenting, mindful living, present moment
I know she didn’t do it on purpose. I know she meant no harm. And, this just goes to show how mindless we adults can be…how quickly and easily we can kill the child’s spirit of mastery. Continue Reading »
Categories: Connection, Trust
Tags: peace of mind, shift in consciousness
Last week I took a field trip. Six friends piled in my van and set out on a journey, destination unknown. We knew the physical address but we had no concept of the realm we would journey to. Continue Reading »