We have had a little of a rough week in school. I messed up. We were doing math. I started him in lower math so that he would build his confidence and it has worked and he flies through math most of the time.
This week they were teaching a concept he already knew but they were teaching it in a different way. So I made him do it that way. Math that takes us maybe 20 minutes took us 90 minutes for two days.
It was reminiscent of the days before I knew what I was dealing with - the days before the dyslexia diagnosis.
After the second day of this I finally let him finish the back side of the paper how he knew (because a friend encouraged me to). He was done in about 6 minutes or less.
Today I let him do the same thing but I was standing over him and we got to the last problem - a word problem.
I read it to him as I often do and I saw the wheels turning in his head. I started to jump in and say "Write that down. It's too big of a problem for you to do in your head. You won't get it right if you don't write it down."
But I stopped myself.
I waited. And in a few seconds he told me the correct answer. To my astonishment, because it was a multiple digit problem that he did in his head.
He was proud. I was proud. I didn't jump up and down because I didn't want him to know I didn't think he could do it.
He did it. He can do it. I just have to step back and let him try.