To The Woman Who Ruined My Morning, Thank You!

Growing up in a rural village, our schools had budget cuts first. And, I don't blame them, as 8 different communities had to make up less than 300 students in my high school alone. But, with the limited staffing, many students with non-prominent learning disabilities got missed. Me, included. It wasn't until the mandatory English entry exam in College in Toronto that mine was noticed. I still remember the woman pulling me into her stark white office to tell me that I have failed the straight forward exam and that they would like to test me a bit further for a form of Dyslexia. It turns out that I had it my whole life and have just been making do.So, to the lady telling me this morning that I should be ashamed of my writing and that Aubrey will look back on this blog and not feel proud because of my spelling errors, this one is for you. I do know the difference between to, two, and too, There, their, and they're, your, and you're. But, my brain struggles everyday, picking those words out as I read them. You see, my brain, because of my learning disability, adds letters into words, making them different than were written. It also skips words and doesn't notice that they are missing. With every post I write, I read over at least 3 time out loud because that seems to be the only way, hearing it, that I can catch the lies in the font that my eyes tell my brain.But, you see, I'm NOT Journalist, and I have never claimed to be a great writer. I was horrible in English, I am a slow reader, and yet I had the guts to start this blog 4 years ago to share my truths anyways, knowing that they wouldn't be perfect. I don't write for people like that lady this morning, I write for the women out there like me, living imperfectly and wanting to support each other no matter the flaws in our  words. You see ma'am, my message is in the overall post, showing the realness of my life and sharing with others the true parts of being a Mom. So who cares if my learning disability messes up the details a bit, if I can help one mom not feel so alone in a struggling time, this blog is worth it. My son will see THAT and be proud of me for being honest, not on being perfect. I am raising him to not bully as you did me. But to accept the flaws in others. and I am doing a DARN GOOD JOB.