Thursday was Drew's last day of first grade. We all went to his class pizza party and then stayed for the awards ceremony. Drew got three awards:
A Honor Roll, Accelerated Reader Achievement, and the Citizenship Award.
We are SO proud of him. He really worked hard to maintain his good grades. He is reading above his grade level because of his participation in the accelerated reader program, and he was the only boy chosen by his teacher to receive the citizenship award because he showed integrity, honesty, kindness, and compassion to his classmates through out the year. When they called his name I seriously wanted to jump up and down and cheer for him like a good old classy red-neck mamma, but I stifled my urges, and just clapped violently. I'm just SO proud of him and all of his hard work, and I know this is just the beginning of many successes to come.
As I'm watching my sweet little girl grow so quickly, I have been consumed with thoughts of how to be the mother that my sweet babies deserve. I am constantly reminding myself that although I am staring at beautiful children, my goal is to raise amazing adults... adults that can thrive with confidence, self esteem, and self motivation. It terrifies me to know that my every act shapes their futures. The scars from my past still haunt me every day. Unkind words and unkind hands have jaded me. The most common sound or object can flood my tainted mind with horrible memories, fear, and insecurity. I know I can't possibly be a perfect parent (See my earlier post about not feeding Drew. Sorry babe!), but I do know that I refuse to mess up on the big things. My children will never doubt my unconditional love for them; I will always sacrifice for their well being over my own, and maybe the memories that we make together will heal my own wounds.
