Written by Shawna Wingert of Not the Former Things.
“There…in the…wa…wa…water was a boy.”
My youngest son struggled to read the sentence.
I tried to encourage him, my heart sinking.
“Good. Keep going.”
As he worked harder than any eleven-year-old boy should have to just to read The Story Of Ping, I thought to myself, “Surely by this time next year he will be able to do this.”
‘This time next year’ has been a constant, lingering, elusive measure of success in our homeschool for six years now.
I mutter it to myself when the math concept is not clicking.
I think it constantly when someone questions my dyslexic son’s reading ability.
I comfort myself with it when we are having a tough day.
‘By this time next year’ has somehow become my method of measuring progress and instilling hope in our homeschool. And it is not serving us well.