Yesterday one of my children came home with the C+ grade on her test. My reaction? Literally jumped for joy. The school she attends is academically challenging and that test was going to be hard. I won’t lie that there were many silent prayers just to not have her get an F. The test was over waves and when we were studying I felt like some of it was just too much. Because really, who cares? My knowledge of sound waves consists of A. They are there. B. They make the music come out of the radio in the car. It’s gotten me through 44 years of life so I’m thinking it’s enough.
I would have posted a picture of that test on Facebook, but it would have left a ton of people scratching their heads. Why would she post this? I don’t really think this is bragging rights worthy.
The day before that my high school daughter had auditions for a higher level choir. I’m not sure if she will make it, but I can not begin to explain how proud I am of her. She is the one with off the charts anxiety so for her to overcome that and just DO this is amazing to me. How exactly do I put that in a Facebook post? Especially if she doesn’t get in. Can you picture it? Super proud of my daughter for not being good enough to get into the higher level choir she tried out for. But she managed to walk through a door, find a room, and sing in front of a single person. Yeah!
I was at a parenting conference last weekend and the speaker said There is greatness in all children. It may not be the greatness you expected or wanted, but it’s there. You just have to find it.
This. Is. My. Anthem.
I am raising the most extraordinary children. They are not at all what I expected. In any way. And in the Facebook world, there isn’t that much to say about them. But that isn’t their fault. It’s the fact that everyone wants to put on this amazing, shiny face to the world. And let us be honest…..parenting isn’t all amazing and shiny.
Facebook has this way of making people think that everyone is raising exceptional, gifted children. They aren’t. The world isn’t full of that many gifted children. It’s why they are called gifted in the first place.
We are raising ordinary children, who through love and encouragement, will become extraordinary in their own ways.
I received this email from my son’s teacher last week:
First of all, I just have to say that I was so appreciative last Friday with something Will did. We had earned a free recess, so I took the kids out at the end of the day, and one of the boys struggles with the running games, so he’s often left out. I sat down on a swing next to him, thinking that we could at least chat and maybe I could encourage him to at least try the tag game the kids were playing. Will seemed to pick up on what was going on, came over and invited the boy to play. Other students took Will’s lead, and wow, it was just such a shot in the arm for him to be able to play with his classmates. It was one of those moments that I wrote about in the newsletter, when I get a glimpse of kids getting it, and it warmed my heart.
That is my son becoming extraordinary. All on his own.
Did you notice that the email says “First of all”? That’s because point 2 in the email essentially was “Your child was completely out of control today. He could not settle down or stop talking. He lost a recess. PLEASE talk to him.”
I’m not raising Mother Theresa around here. I’m raising real live kids with the ability to astound the teacher at one moment and then annoy the crazy out of her the next.
I’m ok if it’s not me posting pictures of my kids playing the viola, having the lead in the school play, or getting a 4.0. But if is does happen, I probably will post it on Facebook. I am proud of all my children’s achievements. Visible and not visible.
The next Facebook post that you see of a child that seems to have it all, just remember that none of them do. All parents have all been blessed with babies full of greatness. Our job is just to love them and help them find it. Even in the most smallest of ways. And when we do, post it on Facebook no matter what it is, because all types of greatness deserve to be celebrated.