When my son was a mere puppy in elementary school he brought home a report card with some A’s, lots of B’s and the occasional C. I looked at it and told him it was fine and exclaimed over some of the A’s. After a few minutes discussion, we put it aside, never to be discussed again.

Or so I thought.

A few days later, he mentioned his report card. “Mom, how do you feel about the B’s and C’s I got?” he asked.

Obviously this had been bothering him.

“They’re fine with me,” I said. “What’s really important is that you try your best. If you get a B, and you tried hard, I’m happy with that. If you get a C and that is the best you can do, that’s more than good enough. What’s important, is not the mark, but that you try your hardest.”

There was a silence. “Do you really mean that?” he asked.

“Yes, I do.”

There was another pause and then:

“That’s what I call a Mother!”

I haven’t forgotten that.  He loved me for accepting him.

Lesson learned … for life.

Do you have a report card to remember?  Please don’t hesitate to comment in the Reply Box by clicking on “Read More”.

My son gave me permission to post this article.  

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Join the conversation! 3 Comments

  1. That’s a lovely story; great food for thought for me as my daughter starts school. Her effort is more important than the letter grade she receives. Thanks for sharing.


  2. What a wonderful memory to have of a situation well handled as a parent! My daughter enters Grade One this year, so we are just starting dealing with grades. This is a great story to take with me for reference as I do.



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