Sometimes I feel like I am in a giant hole with my kids. We’re just living our lives. I don’t particularly think they’re anything special (and I’m fairly sure they feel the same way about me). I see a lot of faults in them, I am continually correcting without much change. I feel as though I am in a never-ending cycle of me correcting, and them ignoring me.
And then parent teacher conferences come. All of the sudden I jump out of my hole and realize that Conner’s a very special dude. Here are just some of the things his teacher liked about him.
- He accels in math.
- He’s a great reader.
- He’s a good writer.
- He gets along well with the other kids.
He is willing to share with the class (many of whom are older then him).
Sometimes you forget those things — because they’re just Conner. Of course, there are a few things to work on. He needs to spend more time writing and less time drawing pictures. He needs to learning to putspacesbetweenhiswords (anyone notice that on the spiderman assignment a few blogs ago). I remember having that problem too. Other then that, he’s a gem, and I’m going to keep him. At least, for this week.
On a VERY depressing sidenote. I bought a scale today. It’s the first scale I’ve owned by myself. I don’t like the numbers that this scale is showing me. It even does my fat %, and that’s even more sorry then the rest of it. Peeps, I’m needing some encouragement.