Bloody hell.
im unsure how much to say, and don’t want to sound braggy (about myself- I’ll brag about DS all day 😊) but suffice to say I’m an academic high achiever, hyperlexic so could read fluently when I started school, and have a “good” career.
My 8 year old DS is dyslexic, is mostly staying on target except in English where he’s a way off- but working so so hard- , and because he’s dyslexic isn’t (on paper) anything special academically (in the way that school measure). But … he’s artistically gifted- it’s obvious already. His ability to really properly grasp complex (for his age) scientific concepts is extraordinary, and he’s literally the strongest kid I’ve ever met 😂 He’s like a four foot gladiator. He’s also funny, mature, confident, popular with his peers, kind and has an extraordinary imagination.
Will success in his life look like my success? No. He’s a different person. With different skills. His own dreams. My job is to teach him to find and follow his joy, and how he can best make a difference in the world, in his own way - not tell him what that will look like. How can I possibly know? But if he finds his joy, his life purpose- he’ll be more successful than me by a long shot. Because for all my “achievements”- aside from being his mum- so far, I never have.
And whatever he does I could never ever ever be disappointed in him. He makes me so so so proud. Every day. Every time he comes home with not one spelling on his test correct- but an attempt on every line. Every time he reads aloud and can’t remember the difference between “they” and “the”, but tries so hard. And that will continue always- whether he’s a penniless artist, a hedge fund manager, a shelf stacker or a doctor. As long as he’s kind, and decent, and happy- that’s enough.