When I look into their faces as I read them the poem, I still see the young man (who was almost constantly in a cast of some sort) sitting in a middle school classroom. I see his energy and exuberance in their young and promising eyes, and my heart breaks again… and again… and again.
In parenting, there are so many details of which to keep track. When is the school concert, the holiday program, the special lunch, the extra practice, and whose permission slip needs to be signed tonight? The list of tasks is endless, and it is easy to let some things slip through the cracks here and there. Sometimes I think my poor […]
My heart breaks when I receive documentation from the school concerning my son’s reading ability. We did everything you are supposed to do. We have read to him from infancy, we practiced sight words for hours and hours, we read, and we read, and we read. Yet, our twelve year old son still finds himself in the very bottom percentile […]