Triumph Over Tears
by Yvonne Strachan
Every perceived failure I carried as a mother and teacher washed over me like a tidal wave. Collapsing onto my daughter’s bedroom floor, I buried my face in trembling hands. Moments before, I had kissed her goodnight. Her soft, innocent voice stirred memories of all that she had already endured: her fragile start in my womb, life-saving heart surgery as a newborn, and eye surgery at age four.
Now, as I tried to help her through her struggles with processing, math, and fine motor skills, I felt the weight of my inadequacy. I was not trained for this, but the thought of enrolling her in a special program at a school was unbearable.
Was I enough? Could I continue to teach my little girl?
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