I Have to Brag

Taylor wanted to go to school today. I wanted him to stay home. I was being the "over-protective mother." I kept thinking that the kids in the hall will bump into his arm. I finally realized that he is in middle school and he is 13 years old. Cut the ties, Mom.
I had a 504 meeting with all his teachers after school. I was dreading this meeting because all you hear is how he can't focus, he can't sit down, he doesn't complete his work, he can't be quiet, etc. You get the idea. Well, this is why I have to brag. All of his teachers couldn't have said nicer things about him. Not one of them noticed any of the following items I mentioned above. I was thinking in my mind... Is this the same Taylor? Do you know who he is? Did my son become a different person? I guess he is finally growing up.
I then went home and ran a few errands. I had to return to the school to pick Taylor up from Wednesday school. The teacher who was in charge called about 10 minutes after we got home making sure that he got home. She didn't see each child making contact with a parent, so she wanted to make sure they all got home safely. I thought that was pretty neat. Anyways, when she was on the phone she said that she wanted me to know that Taylor was a model student at Wednesday school. She couldn't understand why a child like that would be there. I was quite pleased with that comment.
Way to go, Taylor!