They rose up and called me blessed!

blessedOK, maybe in the literal sense they didn’t rise up and call me blessed.

Watty did not actually use the word “bless-ed” or even the modern “blessed.”  But he meant it.

Last Sunday, I shared that I was working on a class project for him.  It made me thankful for homework – a very strange thing. Part of the assignment was for me to write a special letter that was to be read in class.

(the teacher gently suggested that we write the letters as poems or silly stories. i have no idea what other moms did, but i was feeling competitive.)

The teacher read it in class on Wednesday.  I was curious to know how the class liked it and if it made my son feel good.

Me:  Watty, how did your class like your letter?

Watty:  Good!  You made Mrs Teacher cry.  And… did you used to be a writer or something?  It was good.

See what I mean?  The word “blessed” practically came out of his mouth!

There has been only one other letter that he liked better.  It was the one where a parent wrote a story featuring their son as a super hero that flew through the world battling bad guys.

I’m glad I was feeling competitive.

The “blessed” poem

Oh my Sir Watty how big you have grown,
When I look at you, my mind is blown.
From infant to third grade you’ve done quite a lot,
Just thinking about it makes my brain feel hot.

As a baby you did all the right baby things,
From crawling to walking, you could even sing.
From walking to talking you did progress,
(You talked quite a lot, much to my distress.)

In toddler years, you became a big brother,
To our family of three, we added another.
You climbed, you ran, you slid down the stairs.
You planted tomatoes, the bushes in pairs.

As a preschool young lad, your Mom stayed at home.
But you, young man William, began to roam.
To preschool you traveled two days a week.
While to China went Dad (he’s kind of a geek).

Since Kindergarten started, — is your school.
It’s purple and it’s white and it’s really quite cool.
They teach you mathematics, and writing and art,
Even science and Bible, a really good start.

You’ve learned to draw ninjas and dragons and lines.
Your art skills amaze me – they’re really fine.
In soccer and baseball you both do excel.
I love watching you, I really must tell.

Your friends are all super, I’m happy to say.
It sounds like you have fun whenever you play.
Your teachers astound me with all of their knowledge,
I think they were all super stars at their college.

You’re off to a great start, I’m happy to say.
“Thank You for Watty” I frequently pray.
You’ll be a success in all that you do,
If to your own heart you forever stay true.

You’re awesome, amazing, funny, and charming –
The things I could say are almost alarming.
For page after page, I really could write.
And still not say half of why you’re really bright!

For me to get praise out of the mouth of my third grade boy is pretty much a miracle.  He’s in full tween mode and rarely has pleasant things to say right now.  A complement from him really is a big deal.

The only problem?  GoGo wants to know when I am writing a poem for him.  And Watty wants a super hero story featuring him.

I’ll let you know how that goes.

How do you handle these special projects for school?  Do you go all in and over the top?  Or are you more of a minimum standards kind of family?

ps – the concrete is done and it looks really nice.

[author] [author_image timthumb=’on’][/author_image] [author_info]Houston Mom Blogger Susan Baker has a passion for encouraging weary worn out mothers to find joy in everyday motherhood. She has two elementary school boys, one engineering husband, and one cat. She has a strange fascination  for eggs, socks, and books.  She spends far too much time on Social Media and at Target. She is crazy in love with her family.  She serves an amazing God.   She lives an ordinary life filled with wonder. [/author_info] [/author]


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I have a passion for encouraging weary worn out mothers to find joy in everyday motherhood and peace in unlikely places. I have two elementary school boys, one nerdy husband, and two cats. I have a strange fascination for bad puns, the color pink, socks, and books. I worry about running out of toilet paper, wine, and chocolate.. I serve an amazing God. I live an ordinary life filled with wonder.
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  1. I loved this! I don’t really want to admit that I’m a minimum standards person but I probably don’t go over the top either.
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