stubborn mind

He looks at the screen. A myriad of letters combined and confined to a fifteen square inch space. His mind wanders. My mind wonders what he is thinking. Boredom covers his face, which masks his frustration. Calling on me for rescue, a refuge from learning. My assistance is limited. "It's your test," I said. Before the words finish leaving his mouth I intercept his sentence, "Yes you can." I doubt he lacks potential to accomplish reading tasks. He does lack the confidence, direction, stability, consistency, and support. What can I give him? A piece of my brain? An ounce of my heart? Since I can do neither...I will give him a piece of my time. Which is not enough.