Realizations, Reset, and a Mama on a Mission

Today we wrapped up another homeschool day, and like many others, it left me with more questions, more clarity, and more determination.
As we worked through our math lesson, I noticed Croix struggling to recall what number comes after 30 or before 25 for example, without referencing a number chart. He’s trying. I know he is. But it’s not sticking without visual support. Every time, I have to pull out the ‘Let’s Learn to Count’ sheet. It’s like he can’t hold the sequence in his head just yet.

Naturally, I did what most of us do….I started digging. Reading. Searching. And I stumbled upon something I hadn’t heard before: dyscalculia. It describes exactly what I’m seeing with numbers, the confusion, the memory lapses sometimes, the difficulty with sequencing. And the more I read, the more I saw my child in those words.

I’ve always suspected dyslexia. Blending three-letter words is still a struggle, even though he knows his sounds. He’ll see the word ‘fox,’ sound it out just fine, and then say ‘ox,’ completely skipping the beginning sound. It happens often enough to notice; and now, I’m no longer brushing it off as just a phase.

We haven’t had a professional diagnosis yet, but mama instincts are loud and clear. So, I’ve decided to lean in. Yesterday, I started some at-home dyslexia therapy with him. Is it perfect? No. But I’m committed. We’re going to scale back the reading load until I can build a stronger foundation. I want him to succeed, not feel overwhelmed.

In fact, I’m resetting everything. Scrapping the old plan. Rebuilding from love. We’ll homeschool year-round, but without the pressure of daily work. I’m embracing the beauty of flexibility—choosing intention over routine, presence over perfection.

This summer, our focus will be clarity and confidence. We’ll tackle anything that smells like dyslexia or dyscalculia with full mama bear energy! Because here’s the truth: I refuse to let my child fail. Not on my watch. Not while I have breath in my body and love in my heart.

This isn’t just about education. It’s about seeing my son, learning “with” him, and fighting for what works “for us.” We’re taking our time, trusting the process, and rewriting the script; one loving, intentional lesson at a time. Though it’s the end of the year for many, it’s the start for us! Here’s to starting again…with boldness, grace, and a mama on a mission attitude!