You know some days I wonder how I’m going to get him through homework that day, let alone through the year. He can get so upset with himself and me many times. Yet we do what we need to do, to learn what he needs to know.
Then I get his school report and I burst of pride. I could not be more proud of I was paid to be. He has a perfect report. Perfect. He has come such a far way and I’m so proud. Proud that he is willing to put in the effort. Proud that he knows that he can do better and that’s why he gets frustrated with himself. Proud to hear all the positive things his teacher has to say and what helpful sweet child he is at school.
Tonight I go to bed, knowing that it’s worth it. Always. That I’m proud not of the report but of him. His determination and hard work. The person he is becoming.
… and then he wants to buy me a box of chocolates to thank me for my hard work. How sweet 🙂