And then I see it. Kids start making fun of my son because he doesn’t know his alphabet. He’s almost 9 years old. He should most definitely know it, but he struggles and always has. And I struggle all the time trying to teach my own. It’s a double whammy for this poor kid.
I am relieved to look in the rearview mirror to finally see him sleeping peacefully. I look back frequently to make sure he’s feeling okay. I then look back and see him having a seizure. He’s never had one. I only recognized it because I’ve seen it in a couple of my students in years past.