Friday, November 16, 2012

Good Boy

Forrest is such a GOOD boy.
Each day after school when my Forrest hops into our car I always ask him to tell me how his day at school was. The majority of days he flashes me the world's biggest smile and says, "it was awesome!" It's pretty cute. If he's had a hard day he'll show a half smile or some tears and then we can talk about it.  My heart is happy that most days his smile is big and bright.
I went to Forrest's Kindergarten parent-teacher conference this past Wednesday afternoon. The teacher went through all of his academic progress which is right on track. He's a smart boy and works hard so I was happy to see his class work reflected that. His teacher then looked at me in the eyes and told me what a good, GOOD, sweet boy Forrest is. I'm sure she tells most of the parents this but it took me quite by surprise. I know he's kind and sweet but you never know what happens when they leave you. My emotions really caught me by surprise. The more she talked about my Forrest's sweet personality the more my eyes started to well up with tears. I kept thinking, "oh no, don't do this, Joy... this is embarrassing!" But it was to no avail. The tears came. She went on and on about how Forrest treats the other children in the class and how kind and caring and helpful he is. To me this is SO much more of importance than any of the other things on that report card.
As a mom I work so much with my kids and sometimes I just feel like it's going in one eye and out the other with them. And some days I feel like I'm a completely lousy mom. There are so many ups and downs on this "mom roller coaster". I think that was what made me cry - all of the TIME and TALKS I have with them are paying off even just a little bit. You do your best with them and then you push them out into the world and hope for the best. It's scary and rewarding and some days heartbreaking all at the same time. Each morning as Forrest opens the car door at the carpool lane to go to his classroom, I always stop him and give him a big hug and say, "work hard AND..."
He then has to finish the quote.
He smiles and says, "... BE NICE".
This morning I took these pictures of my Forrest when he was home sick from school. His first one. He woke up this morning running a fever and was so, so sad to miss the fall festival at school today. I think he's all better with some lego love. I love my sweet Forrest. I'm glad he's mine.