My son graduated the 8th grade. Promoted is what the school called it.
He’s now officially off to high school.
I’m proud of my son for crossing this milestone, a big first step into adulthood.
Did he excel during his time at school? Was he a straight A student? Was he the class president? Did he make the Honor Roll? Or, did he even get perfect attendance?
No. He did not excel at all.
Why am I proud of my son, then?
I’m proud of my son because there are a lot of students who may not have been able to graduate. I’m proud of my son for being a strong and independent person, not allowing his peers to bully or harass him. I’m proud of my son for dealing with the constant school drama that could have entangled him, dragging him down and kept him from caring about school at all. He got into some trouble this year. When he was confronted by the administration, he was honest and took responsibility for his actions. I’m proud of him for learning from his mistakes and taking steps to make sure they don’t happen again.
During these past 2 years, my son has made some good relationships with the administrative staff at the school. Not really something a child who excels academically does.
Or maybe they do.
I never knew the office staff at any of my schools, but I was neither a trouble maker or an achiever.
When my son got in trouble and I I had to go to the school and meet the staff, everyone knew who my son was. Every single one of them told me how much they liked him, and enjoyed him being at the school.
My son was expelled, due to possession of marijuana. No parent is excited to tell anyone that.
What surprised me, and what kept me from being totally embarrassed by my son’s actions, was the way the staff expressed to me how they felt about my son and his character.
They told me that, when they confronted my son, that he was upfront and honest with them, and they appreciated that.
They said that they thought my son was an outstanding and gifted young man, destined to have a great future.
They continually encouraged my son with these verbal assurances, and in turn, did the same to me. Telling me I was raising a very exceptional young man.
In a situation of what was one of the most embarrassing times of my life, I was surrounded by people who could see that I was trying to do my best, faced with the facts of what peer pressure can do to a child.
My parenting was not judged by these people, because they see and understand what kids from all backgrounds are faced with everyday. They see what parents have to do to try and fight for their children to understand the consequences of their actions.
No, he may not have done well academically, barely passing his classes.
But he seems to have made an impression on many of the faculty at his school.
That makes me very proud.
I may not be able to brag about his academic accomplishments, but when it comes to being a good person, in real life situations, my son has gone above and beyond.
Of course, I will still get on his case to do his best, complete his homework, and not have any missing assignments.
I will have to threaten to take his phone, video games, or social friend time away due to poor grades.
He will get sick of me asking if he’s prepared for class, or if he’s got any spare time to do work that hasn’t been turned in yet.
Because, ultimately, I have to try my best to make sure my son knows how important school is. I just don’t have to worry so much about the type of young man I’m raising, he seems to be doing a pretty good job.
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