There have been a couple of times in the past few weeks that my 14-year-old son has truly surprised me.
After a rocky start to his freshman year, my not-so-studious-boy managed to pull through the first quarter with all As and Bs. Several teachers even called him “highly motivated” in their comments on his report card. This from a boy who rarely did his homework with out a fight. I’ve even caught him making his own review sheets to study for tests recently.
On another front, he announced a couple of weeks ago that he wanted to rejoin the Y-swim team that he couldn’t wait to quit this year. He is trying out for the high school swim team, and he’s apparently realizing that he needs to work hard to succeed. He hasn’t complained once about having to go to practice, which is a huge change from the years of moaning and groaning about having to swim.
These little glimpses of maturity are heartening. I know that he still has a long way to go (he’s already failed a test in the second quarter because he didn’t really study) but I know there is hope. The little boy who now stands eye to eye with me is slowing growing up.
FranklyStein is a blog by Chesapeake Family Magazine editor Betsy Stein who lives in Catonsville with her husband, Chris, and four children, Maggie, 15, Lilly, 14, Adam, 14, and Jonah, 10.