It was report card day today for my three younger kids. They were all so pumped this morning happy to go and collect their marks. Well "they" may be a stretch. Cole in grade 6 and Chloe in grade 4 were anxious to get their grades; Caden, in grade 3, was more, well, resigned.
All of my kids are good students, it's only their level of enthusiasm and consistency that varies ... greatly.
Chloe came skipping to the car with a big toothy grin. She barely had the door open when she hollers in, "10 A's and 6 B's, Mama!" She had already opened the envelope and fully absorbed every word. So proud of herself! She should be.
Cole came out of the school doors, head down, looking dejected. I'm used to this act. He gets to the truck and he can't contain his enormous smile. Another one who had inhaled his report card upon distribution. Another 10 A's and 6 B's which qualifies him for Honour Roll and an Eagle Award, the two top earned honours in the school. Another one proud of himself.
Caden came out the doors and focused his attention on the stick he was dragging through the mud. I had to ask if he got his report card. I asked him how his marks were on said report card. I had to smile when I realized he never even looked. The smile was immediately replaced with the sad realization that he didn't bother looking because he thinks he can't get good marks. I explained to him that marks can always improve then opened the envelope. 16 Bs. And the comments started with: "Caden is a caring and sensitive individual who is an asset to the class." What a great report card! Clearly I have to work on his confidence through the final term!
I am so proud of them. All of them.