Learning From Failure

Today, I have quite the busy morning. I am going to attempt to drive Levi to school, check him in and talk with his math teacher and principal. Poor Delylah has to be in tow for this because Travis left for work so she has to be ready for school by 6:20 this morning. I am hoping to make it back home in time for her to catch the bus since you aren’t allowed to drop kids off at school before 7:45 and still make it to meditation by 8am. I am over zealous this morning. But Levi’s education is calling for more attention and his excuses for missing math tutoring don’t add up. This is the only way I can find out what is really going on.

Ah, the life of a parent.

Levi was already upset yesterday just by me mentioning that I would be walking him into school. When your child has ample time to go to tutoring for any class he chooses before school and tells you “They,” whoever “They” are, wouldn’t let him go to tutoring and then he begins to fail that class, you begin to investigate his claims.

I understand that 6th grade is hard. I remember 6th grade. My teachers were Mr. Bueno and Mr. Gallo and my elective teacher changed half way through the year and the only one I remember was Mr. K. I didn’t have 6 teachers like Levi has. I didn’t have a lot of friends. I had to walk to and from school. Nobody reminded me to do my homework or helped me with it and I was a A/B student. I played basketball and ran the triathlon. It was the first year we were allowed to play sports. It wasn’t the first awkward year though. I’d say that started in 5th grade.

I didn’t have to work hard, I just had to do the work and do it right.

When he tells me things like: “You don’t understand.” “You don’t even know what that is.” “Ya, I’m smarter than you.” “I hate school.” I just want to smack the daylights out of him. I was 11. And when was I 11, I was smarter than you. I sure as hell didn’t have any F’s. I didn’t back talk like you do….yet. That came a few years later. If anybody understands, it’s ME!

So, here I am this morning. Ready to embarrass my kid because I love him. Because I understand. Because failing at 11, is a ridiculous option and no parent should be willing to let their child be OK with that. ¬†Because his teacher has told me that he knows what he’s doing, he’s just lazy. Which sounds just like my kid.

Don’t let your kids be OK with failure. That is not the final step. The success comes from the courage to continue!

Wish me luck.

Happy Wednesday My Friends


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