Every once in a while, we get a win. Today, I feel sort of like the kid in the picture. The one in the green shirt.
I’m not bragging, but so much of the time I write about the hard stuff, and today I’d like you to join me in a little happy dance.
Fourth grade has not been easy. Both kids have had frustrations (math for her, staying focused while testing for him). And of course, those frustrations have spilled over to home.
You JUST DID the SAME kind of problem. It’s the SAME process with different numbers. Simply DO what you JUST DID.
You knew all the answers last night. ALL. OF. THEM. How could you tank this test?
We worked this year. Double duty math practice. Extra spelling drills. Re-taking tests at home if grades sank below C-level. (Sorry, nerd joke.) And no, not for credit, just for training.
Their teachers have been phenomenal. The school is incredible. Anytime I ask for extra support, more worksheets, conferences…pretty much whatever we need, they provide. I’m so glad we have one more year with this super team.
And today, all the extra work, the collaboration—and yes, the tears—paid off. In spades.
Hubby and I sat in the crowded auditorium as children dressed in red, white or blue filed in behind jubilant teachers. When the principal began announcing names of children with elevated scores on year-end tests,
he called her name.
Hubby and I couldn’t hold back our whoops. And then,
he called his name.
Both of our kids stood, proud, in line with other children who’d scored well.
She received an award for reading. He received awards for reading and math.
Five years ago, he was 5 and didn’t know the alphabet. Five years ago, she was 7 and couldn’t read three-letter words.
We have come so far, the four of us.