My fourth-grader is self-confident and outgoing. That's the great part. But this year, he's had several bad breaks. I don't know what to do or how to ensure this isn't a pattern. He has two best friends, which will be applicable shortly...
He is dyslexic, and his learning plan (IEP) pulls him out of class during his favorite part -- morning meeting. Kids share fun stories et cetera, and he misses it. I'm trying to work with the teacher to fix this, but not a ton of traction yet. It's remote learning, and the reading teacher has a large slate of kids to see without tons of flexibility.
His two best friends are in his class, are not dyslexic, and do not get pulled out. This year, my son has begun to notice it and ask why he has to miss class while they do not. He knows he's dyslexic, but I think it's suddenly hitting him that it will actually make him a bit "different" from his pals who don't get pulled. I told him he was just as smart as them, etc, but he said, "I'm not smart, I'm dyslexic." It broke my heart. He is usually very secure in himself, but this is bothering him.
However, sports were always a great outlet. And now...the three friends tried out for fall soccer. Two best friends made it. He got cut.
The same three friends tried out for spring baseball. Same thing happened. They made it. He got cut.
Last year, they all took skiing together. My son had a really hard time on the hills and they picked it up in an instant and whizzed past him. He had fun, falling and laughing, but at one point the kids really wanted to go on tougher hills and felt bad because my son, their pal, could not.
At this point, I'm beginning to feel really sorry for my son and angry, and, yes, jealous of these families. I am close with the parents and love them. I''m not angry with them, but I'm wondering why my son is getting short shrift and why things are so hard. Dyslexia is one thing, being cut from two teams while his two best friends make it is harder, or feeling left behind or less than.
I'd really love some advice from people who've been there.
My husband and I are keeping tight-lipped and even-keeled for him, saying nothing, projecting no anxiety or worry. Inside, I'm really hurting for him -- and a bit for me, because I hate to see this happening for him.