Because two strong memories comes to mind and I figure I'll share them"
That was taken from my blog post in May.. so here we go.
Learning for me was very difficult. it took me a much longer time to learn things and make them stay in my head so I would remember them for the next time we went over it etc, but my mom would always say, once I learned it, it would stick. and she was always right.
But the making it stick was hard. during this whole time I was maybe 10 or younger, can't remember the exact age.
Some days I'll say it's to hard and get into a tantrum I guess you could say. I'll get upset and throw the books away and say it was to hard and I'm not able to get it, my mom would always say that nothing is to hard. she was a great supporter and had a lot of patience for me.
Learning to read was super hard. we had these flashcards with words and on the back of them, would be stick figures that gave hints to what the word was.
I would make this joke, saying "Why can't you just open my head and throw in all of these things so I remember them"
I'm pretty sure college students can relate for finals.
I would say I wasn't really that good with reading until I was 14 (meaning I could read pretty much anything I want then, my first book series was Harry Potter) before I started reading Harry Potter, the "chapter" books I'd get from the library were so childish that I hated to read, but it was my reading level.
It could of been math, reading.. or something else.
but this one time, I just got so mad and was saying how I'm stupid and can never get it etc. so I went and made a dunce hat, (Aye I was smart enough to know what that was for, haha ;p). I remember walking back out and my mom got pretty upset with me. she had a conversation with me, I don't remember all of it. but I do remember her telling me to never do that again, and I didn't.
Moving onto something that happened during one session of the 8 years of speech therapy I took.
I couldn't pronounce a word the right way, no matter how many tries. so I pretty much just broke down and started crying. Not one of my proudest moments.
My mom would always assure me that I was smart, that I was bright, whenever I was having one of my break downs, she would always say something that I was good at.
I feel like this can happen to a lot of us, we focus on the negative to much to see what we're actually good at. we see what other people strive at and yet see ourselves failing. for me growing up with my disabilities, I would look at my peers and wish I was normal, I wanted to be like them, for how I saw them.
But that's it, we only see the good from other people, we don't see they're own personal battles.
So we begin to envy other people, wanting what they have. I believe that's one thing a lot of us have in common.
Well that's it for this post, short but good.
Endure to the end, stay strong in the Gospel and you won't regret it
I feel like this can happen to a lot of us, we focus on the negative to much to see what we're actually good at. we see what other people strive at and yet see ourselves failing. for me growing up with my disabilities, I would look at my peers and wish I was normal, I wanted to be like them, for how I saw them.
But that's it, we only see the good from other people, we don't see they're own personal battles.
So we begin to envy other people, wanting what they have. I believe that's one thing a lot of us have in common.
Well that's it for this post, short but good.
Endure to the end, stay strong in the Gospel and you won't regret it
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