3 Quotes, 3 Days challenge…Day 1

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Thank you Merry Motherhood for nominated me for the 3 quotes, 3 days challenge. Merry Motherhood has a great site where she shares her mommy adventures and has some great reviews on baby items. She has a very creative way of writing and she is also a Popeye fan, which I love. I mean who doesn’t like Popeye. His cartoons got me wanting to live by the sea and I tolerated spinach for one bite at least. Sadly in the end, even Popeye couldn’t get me to love spinach after that first bite, but at least I tried. So thank Merry Motherhood for the nomination and your really cool site.

Rules:

  1. Thank the person who nominated you.
  2. Post one quote per day for three consecutive days.
  3. Nominate 3 new bloggers each day.

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I love this quote because it reminds me that we all don’t come in one-size fits all when it comes to how we learn. I believe we all are born with special gifts and not everyone learns the same way. Everyone contributes in his or her own special way to this big planet of ours.

There are those out there in the world that belittle the ones that are just a little different or don’t catch on to things as fast as others.

I will never forget a friend of my mothers who was always bragging to everyone how educated she was and how she had a university education (nothing wrong with that though). But she would take any opportunity she could to point out when others made mistakes and sometimes that included my father, mother or anyone else that happen to be in the room with her. She would do her little laugh afterwards and act like she was the center of the universe.

This I know bothered my father because he never learned how to read. My mother’s friend knew this because my mother told her. It wasn’t lack of trying on my father’s part when it came to learning how to read. Every year the schools here in Arizona passed him through until finally when he made it to the 8th grade and that is when he decided to just drop out.

My father wasn’t the only one that never learned how to read, some of his siblings also had a hard time and never learned while in school. Those siblings would go on and eventually learn how to read by either getting outside tutors once they left our public school system or taught themselves as adults, but my father was never able to master reading. The schools never helped him or his siblings to learn that basic skill.

I believe my father, aunt and uncles were undiagnosed dyslexics. The school districts in our state of Arizona did not test for these things, and you had to have a referral to a specialist, like a neurologist, which cost a lot of money. There are simple tests the schools could have administered and simple changes they could have done to help teach dyslexics but they used their funds for other things…like big administration buildings with air conditioners and trips for conventions. Who knows what they spent their money on but the kids were not getting the education they deserved. The poor families were never able to get their children the help they needed, so the schools and teachers just let those kids fall through the cracks…it was a “Home” problem after all.

The “Home” problem would end up becoming the go to excuse in the future decades later when my children were in the public school system.

When my son was little he could not speak, so the school district we were in wrote up an IEP. An IEP is just a little piece of paper and even though you can have the best IEP out there, once you leave that room, it is just laying there on the table as a witness to lost dreams and lost promises.

I would end up teaching my son in the end, when I realized if you want something done, the best person to do it, is yourself. When my son was finally able to read, write and communicate he would go back into the school system to get another important piece of paper…a diploma.

When he walked down that stage to get his diploma I thought of my dad, I thought of how hard it must have been for him and his siblings and I thought of my son when he was at his lowest and upset because he couldn’t communicate.

I will never forget the cruel words said from one teacher to another “Isn’t there a room you can just stick him in?” all because he did not understand why I had to leave the room when he was a preschooler.

I had not taught him Pecs yet (photo cards for the non-verbal) when he got upset as a preschooler when his speech therapist said those cruel words to another teacher right in front of me, his mother. It was through outside training that I went to myself to learn PECS.

Even though special needs children get a ton of money to be taken from their homes at very early ages like 2 years old to be taught by the state, the state run schools did not introduce or teach our family about PECS cards. I had to bring it up and ask for cards and for my son to have a folder to communicate with, which I made myself and sent to school with him one day.

There was such contempt for such a little human being, my son, when he was in that classroom. It was shocking to me how much these public schools with their unions and protection get away with. All my father and my son needed was just a little extra help and a little extra work to teach them.

I had no choice but to pull my kids out of the Arizona public school system because even though they had maybe two magic and wonderful teachers in the years they did attend, there were also teachers that bullied and would belittle the kids behind their backs and even in front of other kids.

My husband, my sister, my mother, my father, his siblings, my own children and neighbor’s children have countless stories of bulling in our classrooms by professionals and adults in our state. It is so easy to take the confidence and curiosity from a child with just a few unkind words or gestures.

Whenever I post a craft project for kids I will always write…to please include everyone, all ages and all levels. This is the story behind that sentence. There is more, but I want my site to be more about the positive. My children were emotionally and in my son’s case physically abused as well in the elementary public school they attended. Although shocking, it is happening, even now, everyday in most schools around the world.

So for all you creative ones, know that you are needed too, that you are just as special as everyone else, don’t ever let anyone take that which makes you “YOU” ever away. Never feel ashamed about who you are. God does not make mistakes…you are perfect just the way you are.

As for those that try to tell you differently or try to make you feel ashamed, well when ever I come across anyone that tries to control others by belittling and scare tactics…I leave, I walk away. My husband always says, “Vote with your feet” and he is right.

To the teachers out there who are really trying to make this world better by reaching, mentoring and educating our future generations…THANK YOU for that. And for those of you that can read this, thank yourselves, your mothers, your grandmothers, your teachers, your sisters, brothers, fathers, friends and who ever it was that sat down at that table, opened that first book with you, no matter how difficult it was, and took the time to actually teach you.

Happy Father’s Day everyone.

I nominate any of my followers who would like to participate in the 3 quotes challenge (thanks Margaret from soulfood for that idea). Sometimes it is hard for me to participate in awards and other challenges because putting together posts is time consuming enough so no hard feelings if no one can participate, I completely understand. I know how busy summers can be, hope you all are out there enjoying your summer breaks, living life, and having fun with family and friends.

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Photo of my dad, his identical twin brother and all his brothers and sisters. The first time they saw snow up north in the High Country of Arizona.

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13 Comments Add yours

  1. Amazing and sad blog at the same time. Neither of my parents had what was called a higher education and my Dad had just a hard worker and got a good job at General Motors when he was young and him and my parents were married. This is the conclusion I’ve came to anyways and it’s sad how some school systems expect the parent to do more at home. My sister used to say in Walton KY one panther highest rated school system in Northern KY. When she moved there years ago my boy go to school 8 hours a Day and come home with 8 hours of homework. My operation was gifted and made straight As all the way through school until he graduated my other 2 not so much there father was pushed on through with a 12 grade education and can’t hardly read at all. I used to say how did that happen? They just waved you on through and that’s sad. I sit here with an 8th education today my mother struggled so much after my parents divorced and being a housewife her whole life I don’t think she even realized how important an education would be in today’s world and society and I have educated myself! Great blog and thanks for sharing!

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    1. Thank you and you are right it is sad. Some people struggle but they still deserve a good education. I wish everyone would be able to read but there are many out there in the world that can’t. I know my dad would have loved to have read Star Trek books, he loved that show. Even though I am more of a Star Wars fan I watched Star Trek with my dad so I could read the subtitles when those crazy aliens from other planets would speak in their foreign languages. I know Star Trek fans know the names of the characters but I don’t so I just call them crazy aliens from outer space. You should be very proud of yourself, educating oneself is not easy, my aunt taught herself how to read and now she reads Christian romances all the time, she loves reading.

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  2. Thanks for sharing this! My brother couldnt read very well in the late 90s, the school let him fail classes time n time again with no communication with my parents before hand. Our second youngest refused to talk as a toddler and at school but he just one day started and never stopped…on his way to college next year. Our youngest of 4 -13 now was diagnosed with select mutism and sensory processing disorder. He didnt (couldnt) talk in public and had many senory needs in order to be comfortable enough to be at school. None of his needs were met, without going on and on lets just say he fell through many cracks and ive struggled with pulling or not pulling him since the 1st day he went to school with his “blankie” age 4 and the teacher said to him you dont need that here your not a baby are you?
    Ive heard it all from the rude cooments to the “advice” from most of his teachers.
    The world teachers parents included need to know kids and people are not robots we arent born to be progammed the same way.

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    1. There are so many sad stories out there where it concerns raising and teaching our children. Teaching should always be done in a kind way and children need to be children, not robots. Children learn through play, by touching and by experiencing life and all it’s wonders.You are so right about that robot comment. Schoosl seem to be pressured to only teach with agendas now days and those agendas seem to be test scores, so children that do well with testing are the star pupils. Some parents do not have the chance to teach kids themselves because it is hard to make a living now days so most parents are exhausted by the time they finish a long stressful day of work, they don’t have the energy to sit down and do hours and hours of homework. I wish they would go back to the days where kids could color and pretend play, have nature in their classroom and art. Digging a garden, making a card to send to someone special, playing monopoly or cooking and baking covers reading, science, math, fine and gross motor skills. We should not be teaching our children how to test well, we should be teaching our children how to live well. Thank you for sharing your story with me as well.

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  3. 3C Style says:

    What a touching and generous post you wrote. I felt every word as I share a similar story with my son. He was diagnosed as a gifted child at a very young age with ADHD and hypersensitivity. Preschool and elementary were tough as no medication would work and he had many side effects. I will skip the details about the rude comments and the “advices” from teachers and people I didn’t even knew. Let’s just say it took as you already know a lot of patience, dedication and hard work after the daily job, but now at the age of 15 my son is doing so well and he is learning to cope. Thank you for sharing your story. I am sure many of your readers will find strength from it even if they have not experience what you and your family have been through. All best.

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    1. Thank you, so glad your son is doing better. Kids really are unique, special and beautiful little humans. They are our next generations, so we really need to handle them with care. They are our most precious resource we have.

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      1. 3C Style says:

        Again you just said it as it should be, perfectly.

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  4. mel says:

    Speechless, as myself, friends, family, all have been through some or maybe worst cases you have mentioned. To me, as a mother, I have to fight for my child. And I salute you for being the mother who fight for her child. But above all, congratulations on the nomination!

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    1. Thank you. We are mom warriors, all babies need someone there to always look out for their best interest. So sorry to hear you also have a sad story. Things do need to change.

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      1. mel says:

        Agree! Mine was far tough from you have gone through, but some of my friends do.

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  5. Have to say, this post got my blood boilin just a bit. I’m so happy your son was blessed with you. Not all kids are that blessed. If and “educator” can’t muster a better attitude, they need to change careers. Sorry, that is quite judgmental of me but I’d be lying if I said different. I had a friend who couldn’t read. He always sat down every day with the newspaper, and he would spend hours combing through it, so no one knew he couldn’t read. Of course, how would they know school just kept passing him to the next grade. He eventually taught himself. The point is, and I have one. Just like your son, he obviously has capable of learning because HE DID. But like your son, he shouldn’t have had to struggle since there are”professionals” that are trained and paid to teach them.

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    1. I know. It is so sad when some children are treated in unkind ways just because they learn a different way. I love hearing about the success stories when people eventually learn how to read.

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