When your son comes home with a bad Mid-Quarter Progress Report, how do you react? My thought processes go something like this:
In that moment, I could see my son’s whole future pass before my eyes: receives bad mid-term progress report grade– fails class – flunks out of school – starts to drink – begins dating biker chick with facial hair – turns to drugs – discovers online poker – resorts to begging for change outside a 7 Eleven.
But recently, I learned how to have a little more faith in my son, and myself. Go here to read the rest if you want to know how. It’s big, I tell you, HUGE. Well, not really, but it’s got a good beat, and you can dance to it.