This week marked report card week for Jack and Kamden. They looked forward to it as much as I did. Yes, the nerdiness runs true in our blood.
They are trying their best and learning.
Not only is that the goal, it's kind of their job.
My friend, rightly so, quickly responded with a great big fat no.
Side rant: It is to the point that they come home from school on Halloween with enough candy that really, do they need to go out Trick or Treating and get more? I am that stingy parent that doesn't send anything with my kids because, seriously, I throw 90% of the junk they bring home out. Burger gummy candies, are you kidding me? You might think I am mean but my kids won't even eat that. They are smart, what can I say? And if they bring home one more fancy pencil, I will go postal. Ever tried to sharpen one? An exercise in frustration. Dollar store crap that is adding to my already hefty anger managment therapy.
My friend also noted that when she was a kid what she got for having a good report card was the gift of knowing her parents were proud of her hard work.
What could we possibly give them that would 1) be more valuable and 2) more memorable?
I guarantee my boys won't remember that they get taken out for supper on report card day, but rather that Jay and I were proud of their hard work and their success.
That is what I remember too. I always knew my parents were proud of me, not because they bought me everything my heart desired, but because they told me.
It really seems quite simple to me.
(if you do reward your kids, that is your choice, just saying this is our way)