Report cards are just one lens to see children
Sometimes I forget how
stressful it is to be a student. Tomorrow my boys begin their semester finals
and soon after will face the "moment of truth." Report cards will come home, and
we’ll know just how well they’ve measured up to the academic challenges of high
school.
It’s been years since I
received a report card—at least I thought it had been. Just a few days ago I was
cleaning out old files and came across copies of a “Report Card for Parents”
that Grant and Mark had each filled out for me (http://tiny.cc/z1bee). Back in the day, I was a
pretty good student, so I was very disappointed to see that Mark, addressing
the report card to “Mrs. Perry,” had given me one glaring “F.” (My turn to be
stressed.) Evidently, I failed at watching TV with him. Ouch. Grant had given me a failing grade in the same area. Double ouch.
