One afternoon after coming home from school, my 9 year old
son who is a third grader proudly announced, “ I got a perfect score in my
exams!” Ever the supportive mom, I immediately exclaimed, “wow!” Proof or no
proof, I was not going to rain on his parade. I was just going to ride his hot
tamale train and enjoy the ride. He
hurriedly opened his bag and then showed me this:
True enough, there it was.
Written in red ink were the words, “ v. good” and a clearly written,
“100%” To say that I was in shock was an understatement. I grabbed the test
paper in disbelief just to see if it was true. I scanned the pages just to make
sure that everything was correctly checked and sure enough, everything was
correctly checked! It was a true blue certified perfect examination paper. I
was so proud of my son! He was so pleased with himself and I could see the
pride clearly etched on his face. Our hot tamale train of celebration was for
real.
I know for most, this is a bit much of an overreaction even for
a perfect examination paper. It is more so since the subject in celebration was
Physical Education, a very minor subject among all the minor subjects. But in
the 5 years that my son has been attending school, this was the first ever
perfect score he received whether for quizzes or examinations. This is the
first perfect score he has ever received for the first 50 months of education
that he has received in his whole life. This is the first!
You see, my son suffered from a speech delay. He said his
first word at the age of two which is “no” But from the time of his first word
until the time he went to school, all the rest of his other words were just a
product of my intelligent guess work. In his mind, he knew the words he wanted
to communicate but his speech organs (the mouth, the tongue, the cheeks etc)
would not obey his brain to form the correct sounds. He would often resort to
showing me pictures or acting out the words so that I could understand him. He
sometimes gets so angry and frustrated when I couldn’t correctly guess his
intentions.
By the time he attended school for kindergarten 1 at the age
of five; his speech proficiency was still that of a two year old. Attending
school with that level of speech aptitude was a bloodbath. Not only was he
constantly bullied, school work was also extremely difficult for him. His
teachers couldn’t understand him so he couldn’t relay questions that he might
have had regarding the lessons. Worse, even when he understood the lesson and
knew the answers to the questions; he couldn’t communicate them to his peers
nor his teachers. School was my son’s living and breathing nightmare.
Things only began to get worse when school lessons
progressed to reading. A fun fact about the ability to read is that it is
interconnected so intimately with the ability to speak. Learning to read when
you don’t know how to speak is like banging your head repeatedly against the
wall; it is useless and just hurts a lot. School was an uphill battle for us.
It was always a game of catch up and working twice or thrice as hard as
everyone else. We were standing on quicksand and it seemed that the more we
struggled and fought, the quicker we sank.
We couldn’t afford speech therapy by a certified therapist for
the son. The cost is beyond reasonable and my husband’s salary will not be able
to cover it. So we opted for D.I.Y. therapies from apps and online help groups
from other parents who are in the same situation. I must admit that getting a
certified therapist would have expedited my son’s progress at a faster rate and
would have saved him from a whole lot of unnecessary heartaches but as with all
circumstances, you make the best with what you have.
My son’s official school time starts at 8 in the morning. We
would already be there by 6 am doing our speech exercises. During winter, our
six in the morning activities involved a flashlight because the sun would not
rise yet until an hour after our arrival. If we have free time after the speech
exercises, we would try to read books and/or catch up with lessons he
misunderstood from the past quarters. Afternoon was reserved for current
lessons and current school work. This was our life for 5 whole academic years.
Yet despite our best and exhaustive efforts, progresses were
not always visible. When my son would bring home examination papers which
needed to be signed, I learned to wait for my husband. I didn’t want my son to
see me break down while seeing his scores. He would often get less than 50
percent of the correct answers. I hurt for him because I knew that he
understood the lesson quite well. But since he couldn’t read the questions much
less understand them, the chances of him getting the answer right were very
slim. For all the hard work he does, he deserved more recognition. Yet for
quite some time, he never did get them.
Finally when he was eight years old, we made some form of
breakthrough. At the beginning of the academic year, he was sporadically
reading and completing 5 pages of storybooks. He was still stumbling over a few
words and it still took time to read but that, to me, was still quite a
progress. By the end of the academic year, I no longer forced him to finish
reading at least 5 pages because he was already finishing stories in one
sitting. My son could finally and truly read! In terms of practical application
to his education, he could also finally and truly read and understand the
question from his exam papers. Progress showed in his grades and he was finally
passing.
So after almost 5 years of trying and working, he finally
got rewarded and recognized for his efforts with a perfect score in one of his
exam papers. Never mind that the subject was only Physical Education! It took
us 5 years to get there but we finally did it. I was very ecstatic but I think
no one is more ecstatic than my 9 year old boy. In fact, his confidence was on
an all time high, he even said that one day he will be included in the top ten
of his class.
His aspiration at the moment might seem impossible but 5
years ago, talking and reading seemed impossible too, much less get a perfect
score on an exam. Give it 5 more years, and he will be able to have another
achievement unlocked.
That is awesome-and I love how supportive you are!
ReplyDeleteThis is amazing!!! Celebrate, Celebrate, for you and for him!! Great post and loved that I could see your heart in this post.
ReplyDeleteyes, life should always be celebrated.
DeleteFighting tears through this one. My son was diagnosed with autism at two and a half and also has a speech delay. Even though no one sees the hard work and sacrifices you make for your son, you'll reap rewards for years. To come. Be proud, mama!
ReplyDeletehi susan =) thank you for your heartfelt reply. I know our struggles are not even half as your and I thank you for your empathy. I hope for the best for you and your son too.
DeleteKeep up the awesome work! Inspiring.
ReplyDeleteChelsea || www.binkiesandbaubles.com
thank you
DeleteThis is absolutely wonderful. It must have felt amazing for both of you, to see your hard work pay off, and see some progress. You should both be so proud!
ReplyDeletethank you. it did feel amazing
DeleteCongrats Sugar and Noah! I see ❤️ and I seems to see your 😊. I also feel hardwork. I cried because I am happy for both of you.
ReplyDeletethank you tita hanna! love love!
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