I recently pulled all of Jake’s returned homework and such from his backpack. I found something that indicates he’s learning more important lessons than are being taught formally.
“I’m thankful for my brother Ben. He is always happy and always makes me happy. Sometimes it seems like he’s mean but he actually just had a bad day at school. I’m so glad he’s part of my life.”
I read this to Ben, and he promptly exited the room, went straight to his brother and gave him a big hug. It was a very touching moment. I have never felt more proud as a mother. I am thankful his teacher slipped this into his backpack for us.