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Monday, March 2, 2009

It's a choice

So my good morning, it turned into a good afternoon, was chalking it up to a good day, and then well...it came down to a choice. Do I let something that I can't control, ruin my or my son's day? Nope. Had to have another "teaching opportunity" with my teenager. One that had tears and didn't include a grin. I can only pray that I'm a good teacher, and that he will someday be able to teach his own children those things that I instill in him. It has been a good day. And so will tomorrow. After all, good doesn't mean perfect. It's what you make of it. It's a choice. I may need to be reminded of that some day.

3 comments:

Amy said...

Hugs for you and your son. The fact that you care and want to be a good teacher means that you are...

You're right. It is all about choice isn't it?

Cheri said...

Amen.. I love your words and how you write them. I have been struggling with my own choice and your right it doesn't mean perfect. Love you..

Lorilee said...

Thank you T.O. You are the perfect mother for your children. They will see it. They may now and may not. But later on they will know without doubt that you are the mother that is most perfect for them. They will see all the good in you and realize all that you have worked so hard to teach them and help them to become. And they will rejoice and show gratitude.