Well, good morning to you!
Rather than have you read a whole bunch here this morning, I’d be simply tickled pink if you’d pop on over and read my words one of two other places. (I know, right? What are the odds that my posts would go live on the SAME day at two other sites? But it happened!)
Anyway, every month I share a post about public schooling over at Life as MOM. This time, I’m talking about Report Card Challenges:
There’s that age-old question I see tossed around every now and again: should children receive financial compensation (i.e. get paid) for good grades?
There are, not surprisingly, many differing opinions on that one. It’s similar to the debates that spring up when you pose the question, “should children get paid to do chores?”
Like everyone else, I have my own opinion about the issue and, in our home, we choose not to offer financial rewards for even excellent grades.
There are many, many reasons we’ve made that choice, but one of the simplest to explain is very simple – our children have different natural ability levels. An A for one child might be a walk in the park while the other could put in all the effort in the world and still not get top marks.
So, we’ve eliminated the need to mess around with money when report cards arrive, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t still challenges. Frankly, it’s tough to have children who receive remarkably different marks. We’re not talking about a goof-off versus a hard-worker here. We’re just talking about two unique individuals who have been gifted with very differing talents.
What’s the best way to handle that situation? How does one properly praise and coach two children who bring home report cards that look nothing alike?
And did you know my sweet friend Mary had a second baby recently? I get all mushy and swoony checking out her Facebook wall and Instagram feed. Sigh…
Alas, since I live many states away, the only way I could “help with the baby” was to write a little something. So I did. I’m over there talking about Leaps of Faith.
Giving birth at less than twenty-four weeks pregnant was arguably the scariest thing I’ve ever had to do.
Do you know what was almost as scary, though?
Deciding to go ahead and have another baby after having given birth at less than twenty-four weeks gestation.
When our second child arrived so terrifyingly early, I remember, vividly, thinking to myself, “Well, I guess I’ll probably only have two children, then.”