I am a writer. It is how I make my living. My son is lagging in writing. He is almost six years old and still hasn’t learned how to read or write. He has autism and verbal dyspraxia and problems with his fine motor skills. Gripping a pencil and writing is like lifting a three hundred pound dumbbell. Hard and strenuous. But he’s not letting that hold him back. He said to me yesterday, “I want to learn to read and write.”
Today he made a champ of an effort writing his name, which is almost all there.
It’s better than all the writing I do all day.