I’m finished writing about the workweek for now. I did more than my share. I won’t say fair share because I signed on to complete a task, and that’s what I do. Not once this week did I let thoughts of “this is too much” or “this isn’t my job” come into my head.
The workweek is done. It is behind me.
My son received a Character Award. Below is what was said about him. I was unable to be there because of work, but his mother and grandmother attended the event.
Understandably I’ve left his name out. There were a few other lines that might identify him, but this is something a parent wants to hear about their child.
He ended up on the A/B honor roll, and I told him when we received his report card that he needed to apply himself a bit more.
Today as I rethink that he could have gotten straight C’s and I could not be more proud of him.
He reminds me in his actions that life isn’t about grades and money. It’s all about who you are and how you treat people. That you make life better and the world around you better.
We aren’t done raising him, but perhaps we’re doing something right.
That’s it. That’s the post.