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