Yesterday I journaled about how hard it is raising a 13-year-old boy. Oh man, did I pour my heart out. It's been rough around here lately, and I'm sure he'd agree (though he'd probably journal about how difficult his parents are).
At dinner that very night Tyce said, "Oh by the way, I'm Student of the Month."
"You're what?" I asked, choking on my spaghetti. "Studying the months?"
"No, I'm Student of the Month! At school! And we get to go on a field trip during lunch, so I have a form for you to sign."
Student of the Month? That's good, right? It's not code for detention or anything?
"Oh, and I have all A's in my classes so far," he elaborated.
"Well, I am really, really proud of you, Tyce. That's awesome! Great job," I said.
Apparently, gratefully, there are some areas where things are going better than expected.