Poor Walter. I feel so bad for him. Summer is supposed to be a big thing when you are a kid. A celebration of freedom. Hanging with your friends, riding bikes, camping out in the back yard, running through the woods, splashing in creeks... The summers of your early teen years are even more so because this is probably the most freedom, innocent freedom, you will ever have in your life.
Walter looked at that freedom, he stood there and admired it laying before him, this beautiful world of frolicking in the sunshine, and he wanted it. he salivated over it. He started walking toward it, ready to revel in it... until 4 words yanked him back into place, snapping the unbreakable chain of parental control around him.
"Missing and Incomplete Work"
Walter's report card came in. D in Science. again. because of his lack of effort. again. He knew the deal, C or above or you are grounded until the next report card. That has been the deal all year, he's spent most of the year grounded to mom Mon-Fri and without a cell phone Mon-Fri until after supper. He knew the conditions, he knew the consequences, he knew his mother and still...
Walter made the decision to not work for what he wanted.
We talked the other day about rewards? About working to earn things? Walter works for his freedom and his cell phone. He has to earn it. He has chores and school work. A D with effort, I could have accepted. A D because he chose not to work comes with consequences. The consequence of not earning your reward.
I've had people tell me maybe when mommy gets a bit older, she won't be quite so strict. It's not the first that it's been insinuated that I'm childish and petty, usually people are a bit more direct but here's the thing... my kid. I don't need approval, I don't share my stories for people to fawn over me or to collect Yes-Men. and yet, the ones who disagree... thank you, but most likely, your opinion won't change my certainty that I am doing the right thing here.
Walter, my sweet boy, I know you read most every post so this is what I want you to remember... Some day, you will be grateful. You will be thankful because you will know that I love you enough to care and you will have no doubts that I believe in you. You, sir, have great potential. You are capable of unimaginable things. You are amazing. I don't want perfection, I want your effort, baby. You will never succeed until you try. Just try, and I guarantee you will amaze yourself with what you can do.