My middle son wrote a paper about Martin Luther King, Jr. I of course being the best writer in the house (ha ha) and the mother and head of all things, wanted to look at it before it was submitted. Last night I read it. I was pleasantly surprised. I told him so. He beamed in his real cool way of pretending like it was no big deal. It was. I could tell by looking at him that he was proud of himself.
As we sat last night me reading and listening to him read, I decided to try an experiment with him again. He stutters. I asked him to take his time, breathe in and speak his words on his exhaled breath, slow down and speak. He said his dad tells him that all of the time. I was like, oh really? My eyebrows went up and my mouth almost spoke, something ugly about his father. I refrained. However he did it. I sat there beaming at him, waiting patiently for his first attempt. He hesitated saying that all of his friends know he stutters so what is the big deal. I explained to him that the big deal is that he is going into the 8th grade next year and he has to be understood. He told me that he does not like to talk in front of people. I told him that the #1 fear that people have is speaking in public. I told him to never let fear stop him from even trying. I told him that if I did that where would we be. I told him that I am afraid on many occasion; however I do it trusting that if I am doing what I think I should be doing, God will provide and He does. I told him about how fearful I was when we moved out on our own as a family and I purchased our home. I told him that for me, the motivating force in my decisions have to do with my children. I do what I should do for their sake and in the end it works out.
I did not want to get too high on my soap box, so I skooched down and stopped talking.He tried again and this time the words were more easily understood. One of many observations that I have about my middle son is that he is an amazing kind kid. He is also one that would rather be alone than be in a crowd; yet as his mom, I see the leadership in him. I am going to help him to see it and pull it out of him. I realize that all 3 of my children are different. I know that each is gifted in their own way and I try real hard to celebrate the differences and meet them where they are at emotionally and physically. Every now and then I blow it and I regroup, take stock and plunge right back into them again.
He writes well and his thoughts are clear. That is the take a way from last night. His final thoughts on MLK were that King inspired him and he wants to know more. He said that what he liked about him is that he was an inspirational speaker and speech writer and he changed the world with his words and actions. Amazing. My children amaze me with the fabulous things they do and the simple things they cannot. If you ask for a pencil in my house no one has one. Go figure.