I've known since she was an infant that she was slightly behind. She didn't smile for a long time or even respond when we talked to her. Help was suggested.
We took it.
After a year she graduated out of the program.
She was smiling and responding, beginning to communicate.
At age five, when I began teaching her the sounds of the alphabet I knew that there was a possibility of her having dyslexia like her brother. But, as we progressed through the year I could tell that her difficulties were not from dyslexia. It seemed to be more of a maturity and readiness issue.
She is now in fourth grade and our patience and perseverance have paid off.
Two weeks ago I found her reading a book! She had asked me earlier in the week to pull some books off of our school library shelves that she would be able to read.
Then when I saw her sitting and reading and enjoying, my heart did a fist pump!
I was giddy! Overjoyed! On cloud nine! I was all the cliches of happiness.
