Summer School

I had three fears as a little kid. 1. My parents would get a divorce. 2. My house would start on fire. 3. I would fail a grade and have to take SUMMER SCHOOL.

And now, CT is taking summer school. Not because he failed first grade but because he isn’t right where he should be in reading. Let me just tell you, it took me some time to be ok with this idea, but only because of my own inadequacies and fears of failure on my part. He sees none of this, or at least doesn’t let on. He looks at it more as an inconvenience that is interrupting his precious pool time.

But me, I had a hard time with it. As a parent I would never want him to feel “less” than he is, because he is so much and has so much to give. This is one of those moments in time where I know it is the best thing for him but I am feeling how I would have felt if it was me at seven and I know I would never want him to feel that way. It is still fresh for me when I think of it. I took fear of failure very seriously.

I’m glad he doesn’t. I am even gladder that today when he walked off that bus, he was laughing and joking and then told me of all the great things that happened at summer school.

The best of all he said, he has a boy for a teacher. How great is that?

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