My son brought home his test last week-Friday.
History Chapter 4 Test
I took a minute and decided not to freak out.
I asked him why he thought he got a D as we hugged.
He said he didn’t study hard enough.
He said his teacher was going to let him retake it on Monday.
I resisted the urge to pull the book out of his backpack right then and start studying.
I resisted the urge to force him to study all weekend and forego eating, bathing and speaking.
I let him figure it out.
I was willing to let him get another D.
I let his grade be his and his alone. I didn’t put my own worry all over it.
He studied a little. (nowhere near the amount I would have)
He retook the test on Monday.
I pretended not to be waiting and wondering and worrying.
On Wednesday he came home and pulled out his test to show me.
It was his to own.
Funny. I was going to let him own his “bad” grade and instead he got to show himself how capable he is without me all up in it.
His life. Not mine.