After the end of every school year, for the past six years, I have been going up the stage in school to accept and hang on my son’s neck a silver medal for academic achievement. Out of more or less 400 students in his grade level, my son has consistently been Top 2. The students getting the first and the third spots have changed several times, but The Son stood his ground. As one parent puts it, he has kept his throne.
As a hands on parent, maybe I should share in taking credit for his achievements. I can always claim that without my help and guidance — and the tons of reviewers that i used to make (okay, honestly, I still make some up to now) — without me giving encouragement and support, maybe he wouldn’t have been consistent. Maybe my persistent nagging (how redundant is that!) does the work. Maybe i can claim that he is doing well in school because i won’t let him do otherwise (translation: confiscate every single toy, book or whatever that normal boys make time for… or ground him for the rest of his student life!).
Honestly? I won’t take credit for my son’s achievements. He has reached this far because he worked hard for it. Yeah, maybe I give a little nudge every once in a while… maybe i do nag him, specially when time is of the essence… and yes, i still help review him come exam day. But once he is in school he’s on his own. He uses his own brains to understand things. He works hard to perfect his activities and he relates to the teachers and peers in his own personal way. It is all him. I dare not take away his glory.
As a parent, the most i can do is to give the best guidance, support and encouragement as much as I can while he is young. I just sow the seeds and he does the rest of the work. He makes his mistakes and learns from them. He makes decisions and face the consequences. But sometimes, too, I can only watch and guide from afar. Sometimes i can only pray that i guided him well enough to make good choices when he’s on his own.
So far, he is doing pretty well.
This morning, I was the picture of a very proud (and beaming) mom.