- The resident teenager continues to amaze me. He is scary-smart. He has his father’s sense of humor. And it turns out he has a pretty good work ethic and sense of where he wants to go in this world. In the past two weeks, H-J has raked in awards for excellence in 3 of his classes, earned 2nd place in the school Trimathalon (he’s a sophomore), joined the National Honor Society, and has been chosen as a drum major for the next 2 years. This is the same kid who was bored this week because there have been easy exams and parties in class.
Pardon me while I do a proud mama dance…
Yesterday was the promotion ceremony for the 6th graders, a total of 90 kids in 4 classes, who will be moving on up to middle school in September. Awards and certificates of achievement were handed out to the kids, the usual stuff — reading, writing, math, athletics, citizenship — and then they announced a special award. Each year, the sixth grade boy and girl voted most inspiring by their peers (teachers have no vote and no knowledge of results until the principal announces the names at the ceremony) will have their names engraved on a plaque that hangs in the front hall by the office. It’s a special award that our elementary school has named after an outstanding parent-volunteer who battled cancer, a truly inspiring and giving person. It’s a Big Deal to receive this award. You can guess what’s coming, can’t you? Most of these kids have been together since Kindergarten. We moved here last summer, so they hadn’t even met my boy before September 2011, and yet approximately 90 kids voted and SnakeMaster was chosen as the most inspiring boy. Somehow, my very shy, humble, kind, polite boy made a big impression on his peers over the past 9 months. Both the principal and SM’s teacher got teary when they told me what a Big Deal it is to receive this award and how special he is to have been honored in this way.
I’m a little bit in awe of this kid.
Proud mama dance, take two…
- I do realize that my kids aren’t perfect. I could easily give you examples to prove that statement but it would kind of deflate my puffed-up heart.
- After rushing about to take care of cake and balloons and punch prior to the ceremony, taking a turn at serving punch, and then a bit of clean-up afterward, my feet were whining and crying like a 2-year-old who needs lunch and a nap. So I stopped by the store on my way home, bought a 6-pack of light beer, and limped into my house. Some nice person who lives with me put a cushion on the deck chair and opened the cooler with 3 inches of ice water at the bottom. I sipped a beer and soaked my heels until I couldn’t feel them anymore.
- Laptop computers are wonderful, but they don’t work very well on a sunny deck — too much glare! My dreams of blogging from my backyard have been jolted by reality.