Learning how to read has always been difficult. When I was a child I wanted to just give up and I did for awhile.
Looking back on that day, I’m always sad that I did. Thankfully my mom was able to spark my interest again and help me finish learning.
I have always written stories but my spelling was horrible. When I would sound out the word I would write what I would hear, so for the longest time it was only my mama who would be able to decipher what I had written and would be able to enjoy the stories my crazy imagination helped me write.
Reading and spelling is hard when you have dyslexia Bs can turn into Ds the word on can turn into the word no, numbers can change. For everyone it’s different but for me this is normally what happens a long with some other things.
I was reading Harold and the Purple Crayon to my siblings one afternoon and started crying because I was seeing the word no. The story was reading he went no boat instead of on. I told my mom that makes no sense why would it say no when it should say on? My mind had switched the letters on me.
Because of this I didn’t like to read out loud. The little while my mom put me in school for, before going back to homeschooling, they wanted to hold me back instead of getting me help.
In other places we would go and I would be asked to read people would assume that I didn’t know how too.
When I was 12 my mom actually got a call from someone assuming I didn’t know how to read, they went on this whole long tirade about how that wasn’t okay and if my mom couldn’t teach me they would do it for her.
That hurt not only my mom but me too when I came to learn of it. Thankfully my mom always goes to the Lord when she needs help and has taught me to do the same.
One night after reading family scriptures together my mom was inspired to share this scripture with me,
“27 And if men come unto me I will show unto them their weakness. I give unto men weakness that they may be humble; and my grace is sufficient for all men that humble themselves before me; for if they humble themselves before me, and have faith in me, then will I make weak things become strong unto them.” Ether 12:27 The Book Of Mormon
We spoke for a long time and shed a lot of tears together. This scripture is so true and because of my faith in our Heavenly Father he did make my “weak things become strong”
It’s still not easy it has taken a lot of training my brain to look past the changes that may happen. If I’m stressing my brain tends to change it even more.
My mama helped push me, helped me have the strength with the Lord’s help as well to better myself to where people don’t even know I have dyslexia and are surprised if they find out or are told.
Reading and writing stories is actually one of my favorite things to do on top of being a mom of course!
I want anyone who struggles with dyslexia or has children who do to know it gets easier and you can do it… I did! If you have children or a significant other who has dyslexia have faith in them. Help push them and show them you have faith in them and know they can do it because if it weren’t for my mama helping me fight it and push through it I wouldn’t be where I am today.
I would have given up and I would not tell or write my stories and wouldn’t have a children’s book published. Although I would like to believe people would still like me for who I am if I had given up, I wouldn’t because I would always know in the back of my mind that I had given up and didn’t give it a good fight. I’m a fighter!
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