Report cards were set to come home on Friday, but due to the snow day they were pushed to Monday. Guess what happened yesterday? Buses were cancelled. Yup, 4-day-weekend for many kids. Not mine. I sent them anyway. Buses were cancelled, schools weren’t closed and we live in town. I grew up about 25km outside of town so if the buses didn’t run, which was rare, I didn’t go. But we live in town, so I sent them packing (very unhappily I’d like to add).
Yesterday Alexi came home bearing his report card. Rian did not have hers. When asked about her report card she answered, “They didn’t give them out.” That didn’t sound right. I reminded her she’s in high school and needs to start asking about things that don’t make sense. Sigh.
I digress. Alexi brought his report card home. His marks were all Bs and Cs. I was a little disappointed because I truly believe if he put forth the effort he could easily get As. Then I checked myself. I remembered he was failing math not too long ago and now has a solid B.
I reminded myself that his grades dropped drastically when I took ill and now they are back to where they were before that. That’s some serious progress. Alexi has really shown improvement in the last few months and I’m proud of him. Now I have to find that fine balance between being proud of his accomplishments and encouraging him to improve. Any suggestions that don’t involve bribery or a dungeon?