Our daughters attended private schools. It was an expense we had to work for but in my opinion it was one of merit. While making dinner one evening Lindsay walked into the kitchen, she was in the 4th grade. Very timidly she approached me and said “Mom, the teacher said you need to sign this”. It was a math test that displayed a large red “D” at the top.
Her first bad grade. Holding the paper I began barraging her with the reasons a D was not acceptable….”your father and I are paying for you to attend this school….you are capable of much more than this….dad and I have jobs to provide for this family, your job is work and this grade doesn’t show you are applying yourself…” I handled the situation as my parents would have but I slowly began to notice her head was dropping. I stopped! What was I doing!!?
As her face was pointed to the floor in shame I said “Sweetpea, it doesn’t matter how many D’s you bring home…I will always love you!” Without looking up at me she threw her arms around me crying. What a learning moment for me! Children relate so much of what we do to our depth of love for them. As parents we know in our souls that our love for our children is like breathing! It’s a constant. For our children; their actions, what we say, their choices, how we handle challenges all effect how much we love them.