...To the nicest people. And shit is happening to my eldest. The one with Absence Seizures.
You’d have thought that the gods would have let up in him. The poor little bugger has been through enough with his epilepsy but now it seems they’ve decided to add to his woes and saddled him with yet another difference: Dyslexia.
It’s not too bad luckily but this beautiful boy, this kind gentle creature seems to be doomed to have to try so hard to get anywhere and I feel it is so damned unfair.
He really doesn’t need this!
I just want life to ease up on him. I just want him to be able to do something without having to jump through all the hoops. He so desperately wants to be up there with all his mates but he keeps falling behind with everything be it football ( which he loathes because he can’t do it) to maths.
I keep hoping the gods have a plan; you know where he’ll need the fortitude he is gaining, where he’ll use the skills he’s been forced to acquire.
And I hope beyond all hope that I’ll be able to cope with it all. I am not a very patient mother, I’m not all fluffy and mumsy; it’s not in my nature and yet right now I feel he needs me to be just that.
Actually if I did do that I’d only confuse him so perhaps we’ll just play chess and eat crisps and I’ll growl a few times in case he thinks I’m turning all gooey on him…