March 8, 2021 ~ The worries

My youngest is a worrier.

He gets it from me.

I try not to show it, but I am a worrier.

So when he announced, at dinner tonight, that he had received his PSAT scores, I waited.

He paused. He said his score.

I said, “Great job.”

“Well, I did better than last year. I really improved in math, but not so much in reading.” The irony not lost on me (his reading teacher mother) sitting beside him.

“Great… that is the goal… improvement,” I respond truly meaning every word. He looks over at me trying to see if my sincerity is real.

He looks back at his dinner and continues to eat. A sign that his worry is gone… for the moment.

“So how much more does he need to improve by the time he takes the SATs?” My non-educator, often oblivious, well meaning husband asks.

I shoot daggers through my eyes, across the table as rapidly as they will fly. He looks back shocked at my response.

“I don’t know, dad. I’m a sophomore. I don’t need to worry about SATs yet. Right, mom?” He asks looking from one end of the table to the other.

“Nope… no you don’t,” I reply.

Perhaps the worry can be held off for a few more days, or weeks, or even months.

4 thoughts on “March 8, 2021 ~ The worries”

  1. I love this line: “I shoot daggers through my eyes, across the table as rapidly as they will fly.” I hope you can continue to hold off those worries for your son (and yourself!).


  2. Boy, your slice reminds me what power we parents have. My children have always told me how my responses means so much to them- they read between the lines, so I have to be so careful. Sounds like this was handled beautifully. I really like the structure of your slice. A powerful small moment.

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