Reflections of a year

It's the end of the school year. I'm a proud mother. My eldest daughter is a math whiz. DQ also reads at a 4th grade level. My middle daughter is reading above her grade level. (Last year DQ resisted reading so much that she wasn't at this level of reading last year.) What's even better is Storyteller can do math pretty well, too.

When I look at these two young girls they are so confident and happy. They have friends at school. They lead such a different life than what I knew as a child. I was shy. I wasn't liked by the other children. I was the brunt of all jokes. And my academic life wasn't at all good. I couldn't read until I was in the 3rd grade. I was in special ed. classes by the time I was in 2nd grade. I was taunted by my class mates as being the dummy of the school.

I remember how I hated Mr. East for the name he called his classroom-- The Brain Train. I liked him I really did. But I seethed under my exterior shell for the name because the other "normal" kids teased us: "That's where you go to get your brain taken out and trained to sit up and beg!" GRRRRRRR!

Now I look at my children and marvel that their existence doesn't reflect mine at all. They are happy, well adjusted individuals. They have a great confidence I never knew.

The end is in sight for this year. My children have excelled in school. Summer is fast approaching. For the kids it will be a long and wonderful experience full of activities at the various camps they're going to over the summer. For me it will be just a drop in the bucket. Summer will speed past. And tomorrow I will be writing about the up coming year where my two oldest daughters will continue their education.