Today I received a phone call from the administrator at Jared's school. She had good news. This fall they are starting an entirely new phonics program at the school. Why is this good news? It's geared toward APD kids. It's one of the best ways for ALL CHILDREN to learn to read. Even Zane will be starting with it in K4. She asked if I wanted to come to the teacher training for it in August. Preschool through 2nd grade teachers will be trained in it. Her excitement was evident in all that she told me. She said, "Jared's going to be ahead in some areas, since he's already familiar with it."
That's when I took the opportunity to tell her about my day yesterday... how Jared's skills vanished. Her first words were, "It's in there." My first thought was cynical... "Sure". She said that he's filed it away somewhere and we need to find the tools to retrieve it. Once we find those tools, it'll all be there. She described it like it was going to be a magical moment or something. I didn't realize how teeny tiny my faith was until she said that. My thoughts were still "Um. yeah. sure. I don't think so. You don't understand. It's gone." I mean, could she be right? She IS trained in APD. She knows about all this stuff. Has she seen this before? Why is she not as pessimistic as I am? Are there a bunch of drawers in the brain and it's been shoved in a drawer and we have to remember which drawer it's in and get it? What do we do until then? Learn it all again? This is so confusing.
I told her we need a miracle. She said that she would pray with me for that miracle.
Blessed is the one who perseveres under trial because, having stood the test, that person will receive the crown of life that the Lord has promised to those who love him. James 1:12
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