Report card time. Mae earned B’s in science and math for the 2nd quarter and A’s in her other subjects. For the first quarter, she had an A in science and a B in math.
This time, Mae and I opened the report card envelope together and she smiled when she saw her grades. I asked if she was proud of herself and she said yes, with another smile. That was nice to see.
I have to admit that I felt a tinge of worry when I saw the B’s. The Voices on my shoulders started debating with each other.
She made all A’s (Outstanding’s) in her old school.
It’s a new school. Third grade is big leap.
She wants to be a chemist. Math and science are critical.
She also says she wants to be an Olympic fencer. Yet, she is taking a “break” from fencing and she didn’t practice at home after the second lesson.
She seems capable of A’s in math and science. What else can we do?
She’s taking 4th grade math, which may already be extra pressure. Don’t make the learning unfun.
If she were more organized and had turned in all of her math assignments, she would probably have at least an A there.
This is her first year changing classes and she may be still learning the ropes and finding what systems work for her. It’s a lot of responsibility for an 8-year old. She has gotten better about turning in her homework.
I’m a recovering Type A, so I know the problem is me. Despite the debate swirling around my head, what I said to Mae is that she had every reason to be proud of herself because she has been working really hard. I mean that with all my heart, and I’m proud of her too.
When Hubby looked at her report card later, he was surprised at the B’s. He commented too that both subjects are important for what she wants to do in the future. He helped her with her homework tonight. He said to me afterwards that he hopes she understands the math. (It’s nice to have partner in insanity.)
I think the bottom line is that we want her to be able to achieve her full potential and achieve all of her goals. Our job is to do everything we can to help her get there. Does a B mean we aren’t helping her enough?
Of course, this is somewhat irrational. She’s doing great and she feels good about how she’s doing. She’ll be fine, everything will be fine.
I just needed to say that.