My plan was to wait and write a column about Crawford’s progress with reading and school in the spring but my excitement has just got me too anxious to wait.
Those who may not know, Crawford was diagnosed with dyslexia and ADHD several years ago. Our journey has been long, painful and frustrating but we are finally on the other side of the rugged mountain.
My eyes were opened to the fact that David and I were the sole advocates for Crawford. It gave me a lot of stress to know that there wasn’t help to be found in this area for his disability and I was the one that had to find a way to solve this problem.
His school couldn’t have been anymore supportive. The teachers helped him as much as they could to find a way to help Crawford read. The fact that he couldn’t read affected all subjects because he couldn’t read directions and I knew that the older he got the worse the situation would get.
He had been tested for everything under the sun until we found the source of his problem. He had been tutored by numerous people who all made their mark on him but still he needed more.
My frustration came in so many different areas. First, I knew in my heart that my child was smart. Second, I had a hard time wrapping my mind around the issue because school came very easy for me as a kid. Last, everyone was telling me he needed help, giving me things to try but I couldn’t find that just right thing that cut to the core of the problem.
Finally, after months and months of stress and feeling like I had failed Crawford, someone told me to call Leah Ferretti. My heart skipped a beat because I knew this person, so without thinking how late it was I called her. She listened to me cry and hyperventilate, but through all that she knew exactly where I was coming from. After talking me down to a calmer voice, she told me the plan and what paperwork she needed about Crawford.
With the first step of the plan executed, she quickly came up with a therapy schedule and explained what needed to be done. Now, I want to tell you I was apprehensive about this since nothing up to this point got to the root of what my sweet baby needed.
Over time, Crawford’s grades started to improve. They weren’t perfect at first but I could see him starting to gain confidence in the fact that he understood what was going on in his classroom more than he ever had.
They worked all last summer and in the process, Crawford made friends with Leah’s son, Thomas, who is also dyslexic. These two knew each other from church but really bonded due to having such like experiences.
Thomas started this fall at Crawford’s school. They are in the same class and are great friends. Leah and I have become friends as well. Well, I consider her one of my best friends and I hope she feels the same.
Crawford and Thomas have been on this journey together ever since school began. They both have continued to make improvements that at one time in my life, I was worried would never be possible.
The tools have been given to these boys and now they need time to learn to apply them. Mrs. Conrad from the first grade told me that I had done everything I could do and now we just needed to give him time. She was right on the money as always. Thank you, Mrs. Conrad.
Straight A’s for two nine weeks and winning first place in the reading fair are what sparked my urgency to write this column now. We are so proud. He doesn’t know that this is a goal that neither his Mama nor Daddy ever accomplished. I understand more and more of why it takes a village to raise a child. Crawford needed many people in his nine years of life and will need many more to make him the man he will~ become. Right now I want to let him shine in his academic accomplishments thus far. Maybe I can enjoy a little of his glow. All I know is that his grades and award were the best Christmas present I have ever gotten.