Last week at the Study Skills Seminar, #1 returned a few seconds late from the break. As he entered the room, the class broke into spontaneous applause. He lifted his arms above his head in a victorious gladiator stance and basked in the light of love.I asked him at dinner that night why everyone applauded.
"Because it was me," he simply stated.
"This from the boy who used to cry that he had no friends."
"I haven't done that in years, Mom," he replied.
We have come a long way with that one. He is more sure of himself, more confident in his abilities, more responsible, more wonderful to be around.
Sadly, his brother is two years younger than he and is now beginning that stage. Hang on! Spanish may be the end of us all! Adios.
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