I just wanted to share a picture and a few thoughts this morning. Last night I walked through the small foyer that surrounds the staircase in our home. I looked up, and there on the little landing lay my 6-foot 2-inch, 200+-pound 16-year-old son, reading. I had to smile. (Then I grabbed my digital camera.) I surmised that all his favorite places to read — the den, the upstairs bedrooms, my big office chair — were being occupied by someone else, so he found just any place he could to read.

You can only know how thrilling this is if you have had a child that you struggled greatly (for years) to teach to read! Joseph has dyslexia. He looks at things differently from the rest of us, on and off the pages of a book, I might add. I never did give up on him and was even determined that he would be a super reader. My heart sings a song of thankfulness everytime I see him reading like this.
For those of you who are teaching a child with dyslexia: Don’t give up!
Lynn