Tomorrow is the last day, with that I have gotten the final reports only to raise my eyebrow how my child went from doing fine to not so fine. I need to remind myself about my own issues as a child and how much I hated reading at a young age, I understand fully that my son doesn’t enjoy it, he’s told me as much. I didn’t start reading until grade 6 when I found the author R.L Stine and started from there.
Sometimes as a parent we want to get upset that our child isn’t achieving high grades, that they’re not an academic genius, or that you simply think they should be doing better than they are. We tend to forget that our kids are little humans, that they have stress, that they have likes and dislikes, strong suits and weak ones.
They are just like us, their worlds are different but they struggle just as we do. This summer I’ll be buying some flashcards, purchasing some books, and will try to encourage my son with his reading. I promise myself and him that I will not get frustrated, that I will not bring him down in any way and that it’ll be a positive experience one step at a time.