My kids are articulate, caring, well-rounded individuals who scream of personality.
My daughter is an amazingly confident teenager who actually admits to liking her dad and me. She is smart. She is a critical thinker who is concerned with social issues and wants to pursue a career in politics. She lettered in track her freshman year, and is a talented athlete overall. She’s a pretty cool kid.
My oldest son has the most tender, truest heart. He is also socially aware, loves history, and wants to be a mechanic when he grows up. As a middle school student, he has found his niche. He is compassionate and kind, but forget trying to mess with him because he’s a huge advocate for himself. He will always make sure I’m OK, and I love him for that.
My youngest son is an 80-year-old man trapped in a boy’s body. The kid has the presence and endearing personality of one with much more experience. He is also socially aware and is willing to debate politics (at 11) with anyone. He’s also a great advocate for himself and is confident and independent.
My kids are amazing. I love looking at them, listening to them, and being around them. Each has a pretty healthy self concept and each has confidence. To me, those are accomplishments that cannot be measured with awards or recognition, but will foster success and personal satisfaction far beyond childhood.