Well, a week went by, and Grace had watched the video several times a day every day. After the third time she could watch without crying, and after the fifth time, she could be less critical of her movements. By the end of the week, Grace had watched it and just enjoyed the artful beauty of the dance, not even thinking about herself. She grew in her confidence and assurance that she could perform. Shelly called her near the end of the week and asked how she was feeling. Grace and Shelly had a nice chat and agreed to meet for practice, the next day.
It was not long before my mother was overwhelmed with her situation and with my problems. She was pregnant again and couldn’t conceive of managing with me around. That is when she put in an orphanage so that I could receive the kinds of support I needed. So, at two years of age, I was alone in an orphanage, unable to talk, and walking was difficult. Everyone assumed I was cognitively involved. Months after I arrived in the orphanage my mother died in childbirth along with my only biological sibling.
Lynn found help for her children, but that was not enough as the progress was just too slow. She couldn’t afford financially to do any more, so decided her best option was to offer her children the help they needed. She got the training to tutor her own children. Lynn worked with them for several years building those underlying skills they were missing making it hard for them to learn to read and spell.
As the years passed Darcy benefitted from her special education and made gains. By the time she entered high school her need for help was reduced but still needed. As would be expected, the conversations about Darcy’s plans for the future seemingly needed to be guarded so as to not set her up for failure. Her parents had not been told of Darcy’s dream years ago about her path in life. As they were talking about Darcy’s options for the future, Darcy shared her dream, which was still vivid in her mind.
When I was very young and even later on in school, I never fully understood what anyone meant when they said they comprehended a story or understood a poem. For me reading was about getting through the words on the page, like a forester clear cutting an acre of trees. In the end my success was getting to all the trees but never seeing the forest they had created.