Pushing harder and reaping the rewards…
This week, my son and I were faced with midterms. His first as a high school freshman. And boy was I nervous. Nervous because I knew this was going to be hard work. I knew that this would kind of confirm or invalidate my personal decision about placing him in homeschool.
My son is not the best student. I say this with all good intentions in my heart. He wasn’t taught how to study properly, he’s lazy and writing an essay was something that had not gone well before. Now, we were faced with an essay that he had to write (not type) on his own about a subject that he loved, but still, he had to write an essay.
We studied his assignment and practiced like crazy. Writing, erasing, writing some more, arguing, rolling of the eyes, rewriting, rewording and writing way past his bedtime. I think we were both up for the challenge but as for me, it was our first high school academic battle. I’m sure there are many more to come.
This morning as we were driving to school, I was praying silently and asking the Lord to enlighten him and instill in him the knowledge and the wisdom to remember what
we he had studied for. As I dropped him off, I reassured him that he would do well. As long as he took his time and watch what he wrote, that he would be just fine.
I drove away feeling confident and scared.
When it was all over, I asked how it went and I got the same response as always. Good. No matter how many times I ask, his time at school is always “good.”
This evening as he did math work and I asked him to check if his teacher had graded his paper. My heart was racing as he was clicking through the site. My husband was waiting as well, and there it was:
All I could do was look at my son and feel my eyes tear up. Blinking back the tears was of no use. An A. My son got an A on his English midterm. After the hugs and pats on the back, all I wanted to do was to print out his grade and paste it all over his Jr. High school. I want to email his grade to his former counselor who told me “Well, you can lead a horse to water but you can’t make him drink it” in reference to me putting my son in another school to better his education. TAKE THAT! Read it and WEEP. My son aced his midterm exam. But I’d rather spend my time and energy in smothering my teenager with kisses and affirmation of a job well done.
An A. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Not a F. Or a D…
Liz is a Mexican-American blogger living in Southern California. Married 19 years, and a mami to 3 kids, her content is inspired from living in and raising a multicultural familia. Liz has been blogging for more than 7 years, establishing herself as a nationally recognized Latina blogger. She often blogs in Spanglish and may throw in some Tagalog when talking about her hubby. You can also find her chit chatting away at @Liz_Cerezo on Twitter!