My beautiful, intelligent, loving little boy is now "resource room" for reading. It's what I wanted, what I fought for, because he is struggling so much with second-grade decoding and spelling.
And yet I am so sad. I think back two years ago, when he was starting kindergarten. He was so excited to go to school and get his own homework-- he wanted to read so badly! He was so sure he was going to be the best reader in the whole class, and he worked on it so hard...
And now two years later, he's the worst reader in the class. He hates school and thinks he has no friends (not true, by the way). He wants so badly to be in that high reading group, and it looks llike that it will never happen for him now...
We live in a great school district with wonderful experienced teachers who really do everything they can to make all kids feel successful in school. Yet here's my son, already knowing that somehow he's not measuring up. It breaks your heart, it really does...