Rad voicemail

I screened a phone call last night.  8:20am, with an area code local to us.

It was Ryker's teacher, and after hearing the voicemail she left I'm so thankful I screened her call.

I'm a blubbering mess of thankfulness.  Thankful that we have a rad 8 year old.  Thankful that other people think he is rad.  Thankful that he is so humble, and does not understand the level of rad-ness he possesses.

Moments that take my breath away.  "He is a treasure, and the most polite, well behaved kid I've ever taught.  He is just awesome."

There are moments when I feel like I am constantly on him.  Telling him to listen, be respectful, stop talking back.  Moments when I question our parenting habits.  Moments that I'm not sure I am doing anything right in this parenting journey.

But that message, gave me hope.  Hope that despite my shortcomings, somehow he is an awesome kid.