My oldest son cried every day for 2 years about it. Every day.
It was horrific. I started to dread it…
…the 20 minutes every day his teacher
said he must do it...
All through kindergarten reading time,
he cried. By the middle of first grade, I started to cry too. Oh, we had our
good moments. Like, when we snuggled together and started a book without
crying. But somewhere in the middle of Sam I Am not wanting any green eggs and
ham, my son teared up and it had nothing to do with the food. He hated to read.
It was painful. So painful, I began wondering if this reading thing was just a
fad. Could we wait it out? Would cave man drawings come back into style? He could do stick figures.
But during parent-teacher conferences
at the end of 1st grade, his teacher gave us the kind but stern talking
to that our son needed to learn to read. His reading scores were low. Like, his
cousin had similar reading scores before he even entered kindergarten.
Ugh. When the teacher told us it was urgent we get our son back on track, I knew it had gotten serious. School
will always be incredibly hard for him if he couldn’t even do the basics –
Stress. Prayer. Encouraging. Talking
to. Practice. And more reading. My son finally caught on. By 3rd
grade, he loved it and was reading chapter books on his own.
Then we got the letter.
This time, it wasn’t the letter showing
his below average reading scores, but an invitation – to be in the gifted
program for reading at school.
I almost fainted. What the
I thought maybe it was really for the
smart little neighbor girl across the street, but it said my son’s name. It had to be for him.
Look. I am not the type of parent
who thinks my kid needs to be honors everything or really anything. (I teach high school and I know regular courses are rigorous enough.) It’s not
about that. It’s about the fact that for two long years success in reading seemed
hopeless. Painfully hopeless. I thought he would always be behind. I
couldn’t see that maybe it would still click for him, just later than I hoped.
But God is gracious. He answered
my prayers and gave my son a love of reading. But God didn’t stop there. Because He is good...because He likes to knock my socks off...as a result of that struggle, God showed me big love by speaking His truths to my heart.
God reminded me
He is worthy of my trust. Because, He always has a plan. So often - especially in
parenting – I can go from calm to panic in about 1.75 seconds. But, do I really
need to? When I reflect on my life, God has always showed up. No, He hasn’t always changed my situation. Sometimes my situation stays the same, but God changes me. He
gives me renewed perspective and deep peace through difficult moments. I better
learn to: “Trust in Him at all times” (Psalm 62:8, NIV).
God also reminded me that our weaknesses cannot stop Him from moving. Our weaknesses are nothing to God. So what should weaknesses be to us? How about a place to look for Jesus to show His power in our lives. Because we know on our own, we fall short. So when we find victory in our struggle, who the victory comes from seems obvious. We can better understand: "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness. Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me" (2 Corinthians 12:9, NIV).
said that the ordinary isn’t extraordinary? That God can’t speak to us in the middle of life’s moments? Do you ever think this? I have, but it’s not true. Like the wind
through the trees, his Holy Spirit moves among us and speaks to our hearts. Beautiful lessons are taught and re-taught through life's everyday moments and challenges. God spoke to me through turning tears over Green Eggs and Ham into an invitation for the gifted program in reading. What has God taught you lately?