The Devil's in the Details
This past week I found myself having a conversation I've never had before. After I had the conversation I thought it odd that I had never had it before. Then I was thankful I had never had it before because it was exhausting. Then I thought I should write it down so if I had to have it again I wouldn't have to. Make sense? No? Let me explain. Since I discovered my youngest girl has dyslexia (you can read about that here ) I've been fighting a bit of a battle. A battle not only teaching her to read but also a battle with those who haven't been completely convinced that dyslexia is a real thing. I'll admit, my struggle has been light. Most of those who surround me are very supportive and understanding and for that I am thankful. Last year I read a book that allowed me to see inside the mind of a person with dyslexia. The Gift of Dyslexia gave me a clear picture of what, or rather how my girl thinks. I read it aloud to her and she told me certainly and firmly that