No Merry Christmas ’08


Jonathon was now getting many “therapies” and “interventions.”  They included: vision therapy, speech therapy, OT, and reading intervention/tutoring.  Life was full.  Josh at this point was getting speech from a lady that came to our home, great joy, her coming to our house.

It was almost Christmas and there was a general buzz around our house, “Was number four, a boy or a girl?”  At every infomercial both boys would insist that we needed every single item today.  Homeschooling was going.  Church was growing and good.  All was calm, all was bright.  Except trying to decide where we “to go” since being at the neurologist with Johnathan.

Josh was not only getting speech therapy for articulation, he was getting it for oral-motor help too.  Josh was two and still drooled like a tiny baby especially when engaging in large motor activities.  But he remained our happy, gleaming little boy.  He spoke often in a “strange” language and we weren’t sure where he was coming from, but he always smiled and giggled.  Except, when no one could understand him and he really wanted something.

I remember standing in the kitchen almost daily to several times a day, lining up boxes waiting for him to gesture as to what he wanted.  We did the same thing with toys and clothes and… well, you get the picture.  He started scratching at his clothes, complaining they hurt him.  After being through the same with Jonathon, I just gave the clothes he did not tolerate well away.  I learned with Jonathon, once he had a bad feeling with a certain item, there was almost always – no turning back. 

We were getting along.  On Friday, December 19th, we were just getting ready for the kids break from the Virtual Academy.  Jonathon had been to a therapy.  I was coming home with him.  Upon opening the door, I saw Jeff.  He looked pale and concerned.

Jeff is the rock of our house.  He never worries.  Nothing phases him, at least he does not show it.  He tends to be the quiet one.  With all this, with the boys, he typically says very little and will offer a, “It will work out” or “We will figure it out.” – every now and then. 

But upon this Friday, he seemed to look gray.  I knew something was not right in an instant.  “What is wrong?,”  I called.  Jeff took me in the kitchen and whispered, they want us at Children’s Hospital in Neurology first thing Monday morning.  I began to wonder, “Do we pack clothes?  What is going on?”  I called the department, leaving messages.  No one wanted to be contacted late on a Friday afternoon.  I finally talked to the doctor’s nurse, it was about the blood test.  She said I did not need to pack clothes.  (Relief, a little…)

All weekend, like a toothache, this uncertainty tried to pop up and there was a dull pain.  We kept going.  Through this whole process, I was all over the place on the inside, but tried to keep a solid front for the kids.  Jeff got my rants and raves. 

So Monday morning we went.  I remember it was very cold.  Walking up to the clinic felt cumbersome and alarming.  I stared at every child wondering if that would be us after they told us what was going on.  And then it came, we were taken back and they broke the news.

The news I will not completely tell here.  I do not want to embarrass the kids in any way with this blog.  All I will say, is that I thank God we had BCMH funding during this time.  BCMH stands for the Bureau of Children with Medical Handicaps.  I had obtained it for the diagnostic testing, for neurology and maybe the autism clinic if we needed that.  The blood test they did cost somewhere around $5,000.00.  Our insurance will not even touch genetics.  Now when the insurance company got the results from Jonathon, they wanted me tested immediately, only because I was pregnant.  My testing came back fine, thankfully.

Anyone, with a child, up to age 21, I think, can apply for BCMH funding.  It is completely awesome for testing.  The BCMH will not cover mental conditions, such as autism or down syndrome or even genetic conditions.  But for children with medical conditions, I feel like this is a God send for Americans.  It was a God send for us, just using it for testing.  From what I understand, anyone can use it for diagnostic tests, even for genetics.  How wonderful.

What we were told, that I will share, is that Jonathon had a very rare finding in the genetic field.  Apparently, the testing I had while pregnant with him, did not pick up on it.  Either way, I would have never ever ended my pregnancy with Jonathon.  But anyway, it was only 5 years old as a diagnosis.  The neurologists had found out about it on the internet!!  There were only 4 diagnosis like it in central Ohio that they knew of, at the time.  They told me Jonathon had a heart condition associated with the genetic piece.  They told me many things and gave me print outs from web sites.

Well, three years later, we have been to genetics twice more now.  We now know, thanks to new findings all the time, Jonathon does not have the heart condition.  I went to a cardiologist in February of 2009, just to make sure and he confirmed it also.  But the grim diagnosis we were given then, was not correct completely.  I joined a group and followed others with the same diagnosis.  I was so thankful, Jonathon was not on a g-tube, or with severe medical problems like many in the group.  My heart definitely goes out to those families.

But that year, 2008, at that time, I thought Jonathon was very impaired.  I thought his heart needed healed.  I thought he would need teams of doctors on stand-by whenever he had surgery because of heart and gastrotology issues.  But not any of these were the biggest blow.

No, the head neurologist came in after our genetic findings.  She looked at Jonathon and said he is perfect.  “Mom and Dad, I know the other doctor saidAsperger’s, but I completely disagree.  Any strange behavior is related to this genetics testing.  If he had the Asperger’s he would be hand-flapping, and being crazy.  Your son is perfect.”  She watched him walk and left.

I was devastated.  Now there would be no special schooling.  There would be no more funding.  The well was dry in my world.  I was very alone.  Merry Christmas.  The next day I was to find whether I was having a girl or a boy and now I would have to tell my “Gyno” that they wanted extra doctors around for delivery in case this baby was like Jonathon.  Merry Christmas.

The Christmas of 2007 and 2008, my parents got me “Jonathon” books.  Yipee!  The first in 2007 were all books on Dyslexia.  In 2008, books about Asperger’s.  This was very sweet of my parents.  They wanted Jeff and I to be the best parents we could be to Jonathon.  It is funny when Josh was diagnosed, there were no books given.  I guess, everyone thought we had enough. 

But my favorite Asperger’s book is Parenting Your Asperger Child by Alan Sohn, Ed.D and Cathy Grayson, M.A.  The best thing about this book is it describes the different presentations of Asperger’s.  I found the book very interesting.  My favorite section is on discipline because with this type of child, our regular style of discipline did not seem to fit Jonathon properly.  I hope you like the book as much as I have.  It would definitely help if you are wondering if your child could possibly fit with high functioning autism. 

Great read!

Oodles of Googles, Signs of Light


So I went home and turned on our homeschooling computers and brought up Google and typed in: “Asperger’s Syndrome.”  I read the symptoms: repetitive behaviors, melt downs, trouble communicating, socially awkward, very rigid, follows strict schedule, may have obsessions and rituals, sensory issues.  I could sort of see Jonathon this way, but to be honest; I just see my handsome son when I think of Jonathon.  The symptoms seemed obscure.

I took Jonathon to therapy.  They had a neat Resource Library for parents.  I asked the OT to recommend some books about Asperger’s.  Alarmed, she questioned, “You don’t think he has!!!”  I told her about the Neurologist appointment and said I wasn’t sure.  She gave me two smart books, you know the kind you have to read every line carefully and really pause and think about every paragraph you read.  Truthfully, I skipped most of the books after the first chapter. 

Then there was this one book, I still can not recall the name.  I have even asked about it at the therapy center and it is as though no one knows what book I am asking about.  But I promise you I read this one, it had a yellow cover with black text.  It was written from the mother of three boys perspective as her boys are all on the autism spectrum.  Her story stuck with me like glue.  As I read her account, it was like unlocking Jonathon.  Now I could understand.

She spoke of pitch in dinners, where all the favored food was gone by the time one of her sons would get to the yummies and her sons would cry.  Been there, done that.  She described how the family would stop when a toy was lost.  Yep, that is us too.  She went into detail about how music drove her sons crazy, identified with that one too.  Her book brought me light into my tunnel.  From then on, I seemed to understand Jonathon at a greater level.  I thank God for reading that book.

So I was convinced, this label fit my son, but now what?  And then some fabulous news.  As I ran all this by Jonathon’s Reading Interventionist from the Virtual Academy, she told me about the Autism Scholarship, which is designed to make sure those affected by Autism receive the help they need.  This might provide Jonathon with specialized schooling.

At the same time, I was getting more concerned about Jonathon’s education.  He was progressing in the Virtual Academy, but very slowly.  The first grade curriculum was way too much.  We had to switch back to kindergarten, which really tugged my heart.  After the Learning Center did not work out very well, I felt we needed more help.  Jonathon’s speech therapist told us of a wonderful resource.  She was certified in the vital Orton Gillingham way of reading that is suggested for Dyslexics, but upon meeting her she had much more experience than that!

She began to come every Saturday morning at 8:00am.  It was very hard rousing at that time on a Saturday, but so worth it.  Quickly, she also asked if I thought Jonathon could fit into the Autism Spectrum.  I shared what the neurologist had said.  She encouraged me to see if we could get a concrete diagnosis.  She said we needed psychological testing. 

Jonathon did not love his time with, we will call her Molly.  But she kept the time fun and often brought therapy balls and balance boards to aid Jonathon in his learning.  She even brought Autism software with fun animation to help Jonathon along.  I was thrilled with her creativity and her support of our family.  I pray she is blessed in return as she blessed us so much in so many ways.

At the same time, we had just met Brandy, our support administrator through the county.  She gave me an application for a grant to help children affected by autism.  I didn’t even know if we qualified, I just wrote my heart. 

Thanksgiving was coming and we found ourself back at the neurology office.  They took a ton of blood from Jonathon to check him genetically.  I did not include this in other blogs, but Jonathon was found to have a 1 in 6 chance of having Downs Syndrome when I was 4 months pregnant with him.  I had the AFP test, which brought these results.  After further testing, we found his DNA was fine.  So I expected these genetics tests to come back fine too.  I didn’t even give them a second thought.  It was hard seeing Jonathon get so many tests done.  It did bring him more stress as the first neurologist predicted. 

More tests were forthcoming around the 15th of December on.  Josh was now getting speech therapy.  Although we were not able to stay with Jonathon’s therapist.  The county would only pay for those on a list and she was not on that list.  So we had another girl, a speech therapist come to our house.  She also ended up being a key for Josh and his further diagnosis too. 

I am so grateful for each person who has helped each of my children.  If you are reading this and in the field of helping anyone who needs “a little extra…”  I salute you!  You are helping these people on such an outstanding level.  Hugs and encouragement to you, keep on keeping on!  If you know any parent or child who might benefit from the 411 in this blog, please pass it along.  Recording our “story” helps me sort out how we got to where we are today, but my aim is to aid someone else who might be in a similar situation.

Our Homeschooling was not as I had envisioned at all, but with all the therapies, all the testing, I was so glad we were homeschooling.  I don’t think Jonathon could have graduated first grade otherwise with so much absence. 

At the suggestion of Molly, we started a new therapy too, this one was at OSU.  It was vision therapy.  We had Jonathon’s vision tested in kindergarten, it came out that his eyes were fine.  Although, it showed he had a tracking delay.  We went to OSU for an hour once a week, to try to strengthen that piece.  Jonathon read a chart of numbers every day and did exercises.  As soon as Jessica was born, I could not continue this any longer.  It was not possible.

An inexpensive help to Jonathon during home schooling was a Reading Tracker or otherwise called a Reading Ruler.  It is about a $1.00, but can make a big difference for children who have a tough time keeping track of which line they are reading.  I love ours and still use it with Jonathon today!

so awesome, so little, so cheap!

And Then There Was Josh and OT


So imagine the ray of sunshine I was to live with.  My days seem clouded and blurry during this time.  I felt numb and moved around slowly.  I felt like I had a learning difference.  I was in a deficit as to how to handle our situation.  Thank God for the internet!  I don’t know what I would do without it. 

I spent any spare time Googling subjects such as: auditory processing, visual processing, learning aides, learning games, etc.  I know, I was a real party animal.  My heart was crushed, there had to be some hope for our boy.

And one day, it happened.  I took Jonathon to his weekly speech therapy appointment and brought younger brother, Josh.  Jonathon was seven at this point, Josh was two.  Upon meeting Josh, the therapist was drawn in by Josh’s contagious laugh and smile.  He jumped repetitively as he engaged with the therapist.

Then time stopped.  The therapist looked at me and says, “Mom, he needs therapy too.  What are you waiting for?  He has severe articulation and communication difficulties.”  I froze.  Surely there were bacon strips forming in my undies.  I had not thought of Josh.  He was my winner.  He effortlessly floated with our dramatic home life.  He was my “Easy third child.”

“Oh?”  I responded, I was dazed and confused, just like the movie.  The therapist prodded, “How does he communicate at home?  How do you know what he wants?”  I stared.  I didn’t really know.  He just was easy.  He accommodated.  I did remember he had been frequently tantruming a lot more often.  And then the conversation happened.  Right there epiphany visited my life.

The therapist said, “There is no need to panic.  This path with Jonathon is not a sprint or a marathon, this is a life journey.  I know he did not do well at the Center, there are plenty of options.”  That is all I can remember.  I know Linda-Bell-Mood centers were talked about.  Other than that, I am not sure.  But hearing there was no quick fix, no hurry was a great beacon to me.

I did stutter something about not being able to afford Josh’s therapy, we were still trying to recover from the hole we had gotten in from Jonathon’s therapy.  I went from being a mess to a complete wreck.  What was I to do.

Then a smattering of hope.  The therapist referred us to a glorious program called Help Me Grow.  (You might see if the same program is available to you for ages three and under).  She said Josh was the perfect candidate for early intervention.  Oh goodie, that was a glimmer of hope, at least.  I did know from the books, early intervention was best.  Maybe Josh wasn’t destined to such a hard path?

So therapy started.  It was a therapy session, like every other therapy session, except… Except, the therapist had filled a tote with beans.  The session was supposed to be fun.  Jonathon was to pull out small animals and say what classification they belonged in: jungle, water, or farm.  Big fun, I thought!

Except Jonathon looked sad.  He liked predictable therapies, doing the same safe thing every single time.  I saw he was about to cry.  Josh looked on excited, he wanted to have at those beans!  The therapist encouraged Jonathon, “Come on!  Thrust your hands in there.  Make a mess.  Pull out some animals.”

Jonathon methodically would gently put one hand in the beans, a little at a time.  He could not thrust his hand in.  The therapist urged, “Both hands Jonathon!  Pull out animals with both hands!”  Jonathon kept methodically pulling out an animal safely, neatly, slowly.

After many minutes of not very much action, the therapist called, “Mom, need to talk to you in the hallway.”  I thought, “What now?” 

As I looked at my only source of help at the time, I was startled.  The therapist lacked color, her brow was tense – something was very, very wrong.  “You need to contact a neurologist right away.  I am concerned he is having seizures and/or strokes.  I am concerned the stareing is a seizure, maybe a slight stroke.  Call neurology right away.  I will get him into OT at our center.  Things are not right.”

And so I left that day, wondering if I had done anything right.  Josh needed speech therapy and I didn’t notice.  Jonathon might be having strokes or even seizures and I had no idea.  Jonathon need OT, I wasn’t sure what that was.  I thought from a Dyslexia book called Overcoming Dyslexia, it meant Occupational Therapy, but I wasn’t certain. 

What a ride!  When we have children, we just never know what we will get.  And still there were more fun things to discover on the horizon.  Our journey was just getting going and there is still much more road to to “hoe.” 

During this time, we also purchased an audiological processing cd-rom called Earobics.  It looks like they have a bunch of new, neat products.  Jonathon did not particularly enjoy the cd-rom, but during home schooling days, he would use it about once-twice a week.  I could immediately tell his audioloigcal processing had made gains.

great company, with great resources!

Getting Kicked Out is Never Any Fun


So the center accepted Jonathon for a shortened summer term.  We went two mornings a week, for an hour at a time.  We used a program called Lexia, for twenty minutes before his tutoring sessions.  I thought this was the best thing since white sliced bread!

Jonathon began to cry on our way to the center, much in the same way he had cried on his way to school.  I would take Jonathon home noticing he had the “crying rash.”  I thought, “Big Whoop, it’s probably nothing…” Jonathon has always gotten a reddish rash under his skin when he cries hard and he has been an easy crier.  I knew he had been crying.  Asking Jonathon what was going on, all he would say is he didn’t like it, he didn’t want to go.  The only way I got him there, was reminding him that they were going to get him reading, which has always been a real hearts desire for Jonathon.

Please do not get me wrong, I love the Mason’s Learning Centers.  Their vision is golden.  I would support them at every turn.  We did not fit their program.

After a few weeks, ending our term of tutoring, I sensed a change.  Were the staff staring at me different?  I sensed a cold change in atmosphere.  If these things were really happening are neither here nor there.  But what happened gripped my heart and shook my emotions.

During the last week, the director, one morning called me into her office.  It reminded me of the principal’s office, never a good thing to be told to go there.  The director let me know she was not sure if Jonathon would be able to return.  She told me he shook, cried, and was not learning as quickly as their curriculum provided.  I was devastated.  Our answer was not an answer at all.  Was there a path for Jonathon?  We were told to observe Jonathon’s tutoring.

My husband and I came to observe, so did our wonderful speech therapist.  What we saw, I hope to never see again.  Jonathon’s veins stuck out in his temples as he tried to retrieve knowledge.  His body tremored as he tried to communicate what was being asked of him.  I had to look away, it was much too painful to watch.  The tutor was gracious and tried to calm my son, my precious blessing, my sweet Boy Wonder.  I tried to hold back vomit.  I tried to hide my utter astonishment.

We left the center and never returned.  I could not do that to Jonathon to even entertain returning.  It was too intense for him.  I felt totally alone, totally blind.  I did somehow find the words to tell Jonathon, “You are the bravest boy I have ever seen!  I am so proud of you!”  Jonathon did not respond.  He has never spoken of the center again.  I was shaken, but I kept wondering what it would be like to be Jonathon, how was my guy feeling?

I do know just in a few short weeks, the center did help Jonathon learn all the letter sounds even better and helped him with the sh, ch, and th sounds.  But I was panicking!  I was a mess.  If Jonathon could not hold his own with the special free tutoring, what did the future hold?  What would keep Jonathon from being the man in the library (see the last post)?  I was a mess.  I kept praying.  I had that gut check, something else besides dyslexia was going on, but what?!

The Lexia program mentioned above has been awesome for Jonathon!  It has made him cry and shake, but when it does that, I have learned through much “drama.”  We just go back a level.  It has helped hone Jonathon’s reading skills big time.  It can be a little “dry,” so we use it in small doses, no more than twenty minutes at a time.  We used it almost daily when we home schooled.  Now Jonathon’s school uses it for Language homework. 

Great reading program, they have a home version too, costing around $80.00

Lexia Learning programs rock!  Google search the company.  Their products and results speak for itself.  They are also on Facebook, you can join their group.  Hope you enjoy their company as much as we have!

Iliteracy Literally Stinks…


Jonathon was 7 and ending kindergarten.  We had started him late because teachers were hoping he was a late bloomer.  To get Jonathon to bloom even at this late age was taking lots of hard work.  He was not reading even a little bit, not really even at all.

My quest began to find resources that would help our son.  At first, suspecting Jonathon had special needs going on or even just a learning difference, our faith kicked in.  I started writing down Bible verses and having intense prayer sessions.  But I had a startling discovery as I began to share with other people of faith whom I trusted, they all did not quickly jump into “faith” mode.

No, almost all of them prayed that I would be led to the right resources for Jonathon.  I was surprised.  For several weeks or months, my focus had not been the here and now, but wanting to obtain some sort of answer directly from God.  As I look back, I am so thankful for the people who helped me to want to change the here and now and not wait for a miracle.

So I began Google searching for answers.  I quickly found tutors to be one expensive commodity.  If you would like to make lots of money, you might start into tutoring, especially of the Orton-Gillingham variety of learning suggested for Dyslexics.

How thrilling it was to discover the Mason’s offer a free learning center to children with reading problems.  I was so certain this was our answer for Jonathon.  One more piece of our jig-saw puzzle coming together.  Quickly, I tried to get Jonathon entered into the center.  My enthusiasm to get Jonathon help intensified after our last field trip with his kindergarten class at his private school.

We went to our city’s metro library down town.  It was supposed to be a day filled with adventure through books.  Much to my dismay, Jonathon was saddened by all the books.  He could not find any he could read much at all.  I noticed the other children plodding their way through to some extent or another.  This was after we knew of his learning difference, so I was not totally shocked by this occurence.

Although what was absolutely shocking was an eighty some year old African-American man was sitting at a table in the children’s section of the library, an older African-American woman sat by him.  She was trying to teach him to read.  He was toothless.  She would point out three letter words in a picture book to the man and he would shake his head, “No, no, I don’t know that word.  Others have tried to teach me this way and it has never took.” 

I wanted so badly to share our rainbow making exercise with the magnetic letters, but I didn’t.  I have not been one to invade peoples business.  But that day, I vowed to not let Jonathon turn into that man.

I also soon learned our government designs the size of our prisons by the illiteracy rate in America.  You can learn about it too at www.childrenofthecode.org.  It is a bone chilling web site and I urge anyone reading this blog, if any of us can help a child learn to read, we will be freeing them forever.

I think of Jonathon today at almost 10 years old.  He can sometimes read a little, but to really read quickly, like when in a pinch is not coming easy to him.  He often seems to be an alien in the world of reading.  Over the summer, I realized he was reading aloud some the signs of businesses and he would ask, “What is a Midas?  What does the Good Year do?”  I found myself explaining many businesses to him because they were new to him, very, very new.

And so Jonathon was accepted into the learning center.  I was thrilled.  At a Dyslexia conference teen children had shared how the center had been their place of direction, a safe haven for other children that learned in the same style they did.  How excited I was for Jonathon to have belonging in this way.  A center that would help him for years to come… READ and at no charge.  My heart sang.  My spirit was lifted.  A new day had dawned.  Our Jonathon would thrive, I was certain.  Progress would come quicker, much, much quicker.  The planets had aligned for our family.  It would all be okay.

Our Jonathon was not the big communicator ever.  His speech therapist introduced us to a game called Zingo.  Jonathon took to it right away and it got him talking and inner-acting better.  We loved it!  I recommend this game for every family.  It puts a new fun

Big giant fun 🙂

spin on bingo and we greatly enjoy it! 

It is big giant fun, just in a not so big box!!

Home Schooling


Jonathon was no longer smiling or playing with toys.  His preference was to play in blankets and pillows on the couch for hours.

We decided to home school because we could not afford to send Jonathon to the expensive school that was recommended.  Our speech therapist had been giving us different curriculums to buy that would help Jonathon read.

Much thanks to my sister in law, Jackie, she also helped me find resources for schooling Jonathon.  I gave him about two weeks off after withdrawing him from his school.  I tried to play games with Jonathon and get him to relax again.

As time unfolded, Jonathon began to tell me how children were making fun of him, how he had no idea how to sing certain songs, how he felt very lost.  I soon knew, Jonathon’s learning style was not audible learning.

The psychologist had told us he needed a systematic, multi-sensory approach.  So as I gave him time, I collected worksheets for him to complete.

Upon the first day of homeschooling, I was horrified to find Jonathon in tears as he looked at the first worksheet.  He shook as he tried to trace the letter on the page.  I had no idea how impaired my little guy was!  Asking what was wrong, he told me it hurt his hands to write.

I knew from the psychologist that they also diagnosed Jonathon as dysgraphic which goes along with dyslexia.  Dysgraphia is very sloppy hand writing, often the children with this, hold the pencil in such a way that it hurts their hands.  I assumed this was the problem.

Wanting home schooling to be a positive in Jonathon’s life, I wanted him to do things he enjoyed.  So I began a quest to find as many web sites as I could that would help Jonathon play and learn at the same time.

Jonathon’s speech therapist began us on a daily regimen.  It was so tasking and monotonous, but it probably was the one thing that got Jonathon reading.  Every day we would put alphabetic letter magnets in order in the shape of a rainbow.  Every day he had to touch each letter and say the sound each letter made.

Jonathon often bucked this and would beg to not have to do it.  After weeks of doing it, I gave him the week off.  I thought it was no big deal.  Again, I was horrified, he could not remember how to do it properly after one week of not practicing.  From then on, I stuck with our ritual.

We would then pull out a few letters and practice writing the letter and would go over the letter and how it was used in three letter words.  After months of doing this, the time had come to segment phonemes. 

We got out legos of two different color.  Each block represented a letter.  We started with the simplest words: on, an, as, etc.  Jonathon would have to repeat the word and then drag down each block as he said the word over.  Eventually, he connected these sounds to letters and could spell the small words we were reviewing.

I was delighted, Jonathon was making progress.  He seemed to smile just a little more often.  He was gaining confidence.  His speech therapist was excited too.  But the bills were mounting.  We had quickly blown through our small nest egg from the withdraw from private school, even with insurance and co-pays.

Jeff was not sure if we could continue.  I could not see how we couldn’t.  I felt strongly that we were saving Jonathon’s life.  And then an idea came, Ohio Virtual Academy.  Maybe I could home school and his IEP would make a way for the school to pay for Jonathon’s therapy.

And you know, my plan worked!  His therapy doubled to twice a week.  They felt he needed more intense amounts of therapy.  I was over-joyed!  I felt we were on a wonderful path, Jonathon was blossoming like a wonderful flower.  Soon, as the psychologist at the Virtual Academy was reviewing Jonathon’s file, I got a phone call the offended me to my core.  I was enraged with the audacity.  That is for next time’s blog.

During this time, a book that worked beautifully for Jonathon was Sounds Abound.  The activities were not Jonathon’s favorite, but it laid a foundation that he needed to be able to read.  Bob books were also wonderful readers that helped to build Jonathon’s confidence without adding any confusion.

Puzzled in Kindergarten


We did not home school Jonathon until almost the 100th day of school.  Jeff took Jonathon to school one day, instead of me.  He walked Jonathon into school, he wept if we did not walk him all the way to his class.  Upon arriving, Jeff realized Jonathon did not recognize his hook and had no idea what to do to start his morning.  Jeff finally was alarmed as well as I had been.

I tried to be at the school often, wanting to keep a close eye on Jonathon.  Many days I passed his class, looking in, Jonathon looked lost.  One time the class was reading a book aloud together, Jonathon was looking off to his left and seemed “checked out.”  Thinking about it, I realized he did not recognize all his letters yet, how could he possibly  keep up with reading.

At class parties, he was often withdrawn.  On another occasion, the class sang a phonics song.  It was Jonathon’s turn to go up front and point to the right phonological blend in the song.  Jonathon stood, I could see the sadness on his face, he tried his best, but was not “getting it.”

Everyday we would send him to school, I saw him at home withdrawing more and more.  He came home with pencil marks on his temple where a child had marked up his head.  Jonathon did have one faithful buddy at school, he was a life line of friendship for him. 

Jonathon cried every day on the way to school.  My son was drowning.  He needed rescued.  The same education that made Jordan equipped was torturing Jonathon.  Constantly instead of a feeling of accomplishment, he was having the feeling of being “dumb” pounded into him.

I often noticed in preschool and kindergarten, when books were read to him; he would not look at the reader.  Since, I have learned that children with processing issues, most often can not look at a person and listen at the same time.  It is simply over load for them.  This issue of “not paying attention” caused many a vivid conversation.  I am so thankful for one preschool teacher who noticed Jonathon was paying attention and often comprehended more than others in the class.

Comprehension has been a real strength for Jonathon.  We have rejoiced in his strengths, making sure he is aware of what he is good at.

Knowing he was feeling more and more failure, we homeschooled.  We put the rest of his private school money into therapy.  We were very ignorant of how quickly that money would be gone.

I hoped Jonathon would be back to his before kindergarten self again.  He had regressed into a stoic shell of a child.  I knew he was still in there somewhere.  I thought he could be reached, but how?

Books that really helped us kick homeschooling off, is a series by Peggy Kaye and are all called: Games With Books, Games For Learning, Games For Math, Games For Reading.  These books are invaluable, truly priceless.  I used these books to make games for Jonathon and I to play.  At times, I think, I snuck learning into Jonathon’s day without him realizing.  I highly recommend these books to every parent who has a child

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