“What do you mean, this is your second time in third grade?” I was sitting next to my new friend Steve on the school bus riding home. “Yeah, I didn’t have good enough grades to graduate, so here I am,” Steve said. “That sucks.” “It doesn’t matter. I’m gonna be a blacksmith like my dad. I don’t need school to do that.”
God bless moms, our first teachers. Sometimes they are right on, sometimes they fail. As a mother who failed so many times myself, I know. It is all learning. Are we starting from chapter one in a couple of months?
Good mom!
God bless moms, our first teachers. Sometimes they are right on, sometimes they fail. As a mother who failed so many times myself, I know. It is all learning. Are we starting from chapter one in a couple of months?