While my mother-in-law Cynthia is here she is teaching Zak "phonemic awareness". Apparently I have been doing things backwards by teaching what letters say instead of starting with teaching him to understand the way things sound. There are so many letters that kids get confused with when reading I guess this helps with phonics later on. (When you think about it all of the vowels make the sound "uh" in some words and a lot of the consonants have a "conditional identity" as well.)
It has been intensive but I think kindergarten will be much easier because of it. I have the world's greatest mother-in-law in the world! This is her vacation from running her own business as a teacher with NILD and taking care of a mother in her final stages of Parkinson's. She is such an example of hard work, dedication, responsibility, godliness and more. She has worn me and my kids out while she has been here. I don't know where she gets the energy!
If you think about it you could pray for our Grandmother Deen (Cynthia's mother). She is losing her mind and wouldn't even be with us if it weren't for the feeding tube. The family is hoping that they won't have to make a decision about whether to keep it in or not (she has an advanced directive that says she doesn't want any life support) but no one in the family is willing to take it out while she still has moments of lucidity. Thankfully she is a believer but ... how does one even pray? The only way she will ever get better is once she meets The Great Physician.
Sorry for the downer end to a random blog. Your prayers are greatly appriciated.
If depression were a flavor, it would taste like a glass of water. Colorless and tasteless. You could drink a bellyful and still be ...
Not only sands and gravels Were once more on their travels, But gulping muddy gallons Great boulders off their balance Bumped heads together...
I don't know if any of you have ever had to deal with the repercussions of a suicide but the amazing thing about it is how far reaching...