Once upon a time, I had a little boy who was slow to learn to read, didn't know his colors until he was at least 6, couldn't count to 40 to save his life until.....8??? This is what my memory remembers. Bookish work was very tedious and confusing. He was very much picked on. Social was a challenge.
I also have a bunch of other memories of this same boy. This is the same boy who after we toured the U.S. North Carolina, when he was about five years old, built a model of it complete with floors, bunks and a galley. It was very cool. He worked diligently and carefully. The same boy searched for hours on end for fossils in the driveway, pinned bugs for 4H, He taught himself how to blacksmith, built huge forts in the woods, studied antique tools and life back in the day till he could probably teach a course. All of those things were amazing to us but we were frightened of facing academia. They were an issue for him too. Tests. Yuck.
We chose to home educate mainly because of our dear son. He most likely would have been put in some sort of special ed class. Well.......this same boy now works for the same company as Charley as a technician and in the course of one year has become an expert and is teaching seasoned technicians what he does and how. He traveled to Detroit yesterday to spend a few days training other people. His dad describes him as brilliant and amazing and well liked by everyone. He has no technicians certificate but teaches those who are getting one. He is 19 and younger than all of them. Just a little bit proud of my boy.
Why was I worried????
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