I learned yesterday, J gets grades (actual A, B, C, D type grades) in 1st grade. And he did well. Fantastic.
Adv. Math - A
Social Stud - A
Science - A
English - A
Reading - B
Back in the day - this would be all O's with a S+. Those would be marks that I could do nothing but preen with the excellence of my son.
Yet, I look at the B & I stress. How can I help him do better? Ugh, why didn't I know how to help him before?
My parents accepted Bs, my in-laws accepted Bs. Bs are respectable. Better than average.
Why oh why is it stressing me out? It truly bugs me that I'm thinking anything other than how thankful I am he did so well.
Then my sister-in-law was relating a story regarding my niece and said what I had not realized.
"I needed to check my ego at the door. She was happy. I needed to stop myself."
That was it. I knew how I was feeling wasn't right. It's why I hadn't commented anything other than great job to J. I did not want him to pick up on my stress over his B. He is doing great. He is working really hard and still doing marital arts 4 days a week. He is doing great.
It's my ego & insane desire for his life to be perfect that is the problem. He's happy. He's learning. These are things I need to rejoice in and celebrate. He's a smart kid, who applies himself. So if the school is truly doing right by him - he won't have straight As. Therefore, mommy needs to check her ego at the door.