You know that saying, “if momma ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy”? Well you know what makes this momma happy? When her kids are happy.
I’ve made no secret of the fact that second grade was a rough school year for our family. I was very worried when we went into this year.
I prepared Cady (and myself) as well as I could. I told her that we were going to have a positive attitude and expect great things. And while I know we are only in the middle of week four, I have to say that third grade keeps hitting it out of the park.
Last night was open house. Y’all… It was amazing. Cady’s teachers this year are so fantastic. They smile when they see her coming, and they hug her. Cady has always been a hugger, and I’ve seen her initiate hugs in the past, but these teachers? Have their arms opened when she walks to them.
They smile and laugh with her. They trade secret looks. When sharing classroom stories with me, they both start laughing at the beginning of, “remember the other day…” They GET her.
In the last three weeks, I’ve seen Cady go from a kid that only thought, “I can’t” to a kid that thinks, “I think maybe I can.” And that is so, SO much of the battle. She’s reading (not voluntarily yet) so much better. Big, hard words. She attempts them and reads them all on her own.
She’s writing. Last night on her desk was a full story she had written. She came up with the idea and the words, and y’all, it was good. I’m not saying that as her mother. I’m saying that as a writer. Her words hold so much thought and potential. My kid gets how to tell a story. And she gets that from me. (And now I’m crying. Hang on.)
She’s studying and working hard and doing so, so well. (And God please don’t let me be jinxing us.) I know part of it is her drive, and I know part of it is how we hold her up at home, but a big, HUGE part of it is that she has two teachers that believe in her. And I will forever and ever be thankful for these three weeks.