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Tears. Last year was the year of tears. It was the year of me secretly wishing he would actually, really want to go to “real” school and actually really like it. It was also the year I knew he could not actually go to real school because I knew he could not read. Last year
Sitting across the desk from my son’s neuro-psychologist, I finally understood. This is what people are talking about when they hear news, but can’t process it. I knew he was talking, but the words didn’t make any sense. “This took him so long.” “And this one, it took him much longer than it should have.”
