Hopeless

I knew we didn't have $7,000 to spend.  but I was so desperate for "help" at that moment I honestly would have paid anything for a little hope.  I spent many a evening crying to mom on the phone.  Every time I thought about K and some of her difficulties I would tear up.

I knew my husband would never go for the price tag but thankfully he never said that.  In the beginning he would say, "do whatever you think."  The more I talked the more I thought, "I am so unsure of my abilities to help her."

Helping a child with processing difficulties was foreign to me.  It wasn't about drilling the facts as much as it was finding just the right process to help her learning.

My mom was always there for me.  She listened as I poured out my deepest darkest thoughts. My feelings or inadequacy, anger, overwhelment (is that a word?) and fear for my daughters future.  She listened and offered words of support, telling me "that's why Kylie was sent to you."

She gave me hope...that hope turned into courage. 

I had checked out a few library books on dyslexia when I first suspected K had some difficulties. I started reading them with a new fervor.  I started scouring the internet for information on how to help my sweet girl with her areas of concern.

I was gaining confidence in the fact that I could do this. I would find answers...solutions...best practices and techniques to help my girl.