How did you feel when you read those words? How do you feel when someone says those words to you? I cringe and the heart goes up to my throat, especially when coming from one particular person. Jonathan is notorious for letting those four words be the first to greet me and they have never been at all welcoming.
It’s been nice not having heard them for a while until the cell phone rang and there was Jonathan once again using those dreaded words, “I’ve got bad news” but this time with an added twist—“sort of.” Everything inside ached as I prepared for the worst. It couldn’t be the car—he no longer had one. It couldn’t be a ticket—he had no car to drive. God only knew but whatever it was, it undoubtedly had to do with the all mighty dollar.
“Mom,” Jonathan said, “I got an 88 on my mid-term.” Jonathan had an A+ average, was proud of it and wanted that grade to remain in tact. This from a kid who never gave grades a second thought. This from a kid who would just be satisfied with a passing grade, even if it was a D. Assured my son that he should still be proud, the semester was not over yet, and that his mom was beaming.
Keep this bad news coming.
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That's what I'm talkin' 'bout! I could live a pretty good life on that kind of bad news.
That's great! Just keep encouraging him and letting him know you're in his corner.
Steve
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