one year ago i wouldn't have imagined ending bennett's freshman year of college with a heart so full it might explode.
many of you know that we struggled with bennett the last two years of high school. i mean he was such a good kid. our problems didn't involve life altering things like rebellious behavior, alcohol, drugs, or wild girls. we struggled with things like :
tardies. he had so many tardies that it took a days worth of labor in trade for the stack of pink slips. his sisters rode with him and they weren't late (???) missing assignments. checking his online grade book made me hyperventilate.last minute exam cramming.taking classes seriously. stuff like that. stuff that can keep you from inches away from a diploma!
one of my lowest parenting moments was being called into a conference with... let's just say everyone! all of his teachers, the headmaster, the dean of students and probably the lunch lady because he always forgot his card and the crossing guard because he made her late most mornings. we sat in a circle for what seemed like forever, every person taking a turn. in a nutshell ~ "he is an intelligent young man and he doesn't apply himself." imagine sitting around a firing squad.
after the meeting, with the blood drained from my face, the headmaster asked to speak with us privately. he was so encouraging and without a doubt genuinely loved bennett. and bennett knew it.
his focus then turned toward me. he told me a story about one of his own children. the abbreviated version:
"bennett is never going to fit into your box. no matter how hard you try to pull him in, he is not going to fit. your girls may fit neatly. but for bennett's sake and for yours, you are going to have to widen your box so that he fits inside."
insert some real tears. bennett and jeff could easily share a box. in fact everyone fits into their box! however this was the first time i realized just how small my box really was.
on the last day of school, we spoke to our headmaster again. another set of words i will always remember.
"bennett is just a big ole' bag of good stuff! and one day all that stuff is going to come together."
i smiled, wondering how long this coming together was might take. 19 years and i was exhausted trying to drag it all together.
so here we are at the end of his freshman year. we drove up after his last exam to celebrate. bennett picked a diner.
we sat there forever talking about his year. i was praising God, thanking Him over and over! i never in a million years anticipated the feeling of pure joy after his freshman year!
finally all of his good stuff is coming together!
so the high school years earned me a few bragging credits. i shall cash them in now ;)
bennett ends his freshman year with grades to be proud of! all scholarships still in tact and the possibility of others. he has outstanding attendance and i am guessing they do not give tardies because he has zero. and hello ~ only two parking violations! i hear that's an accomplishment too.
on may 9, he will become a certified 1152 firefighter. like a real one who can put extinguish structure fires! three nights a week he has traveled an hour away for his certification class. with hopes of working at the clemson fire department for the next three years. if chosen, this will pay a large chunk of his tuition.
remember the section in the yearbook where it says, "most likely to..." well if the category was "who is most likely to become a teaching assistant their sophomore year of college..." it woudln't have been benett. but it is true! next year, bennett will be a teaching assistant for the Ag lab.
bennett has made so many good choices while away at college!
choices that make jeff and i feel like maybe, somwhere along that bumpy road we did a few things right. we are not completely at the end of the parenting road, but at this very moment we are celebrating success!
if you attend church, text a picture of the program, your weekly allowance is a little more. call it what you may. i call it an (initial) incentive for bennett to get out there, in this new town and find a church. we knew in our heart, once he clicked with the right church family and began attending regularly, his roots would keep him there.
he will be home for the summer in a week. i am anticipating his return to feel as if a tornado is one again resideing in our home. but nothing will make me happier than his seat being filled at the dinner table on a regular basis.