My kid made the honor roll

I've found that I'm not such a shitty parent, after all. I have actual, physical validation of this. Proof that I Must Be Doing Something Right. A Bumper Sticker.

My kid made the honor roll at school. I'm not someone who believes it's a good idea to put bumper stickers on your car advertising which school your Molester Magnets attend, but I really want to strut about this. I want that bumper sticker on my car.

You will never know how hard she has struggled and fought to get her grades up. First, she's the middle kid sandwiched in between two others with vast difficulties which require a lot of attention she, in turn, does not get. Then, she got one nasty teacher that left her a year behind and feeling too stupid to do any better. Thank god we got the next teacher we did, who spent the whole year working with us and her to catch her up. Then off to middle school where she almost got lost in the cracks again when her sister got the brain cloud and we were fighting the LAUSD to get her brother in the right school. With help from tutors, and resource specialists, she brought her grades from D's and F's to A's and B's (and one C). She now has a 3.3 grade point average.

I wish I could say I had more to do with this, but aside from insisting the school give her the help she needs, and constantly telling her she could do it, I had nothing to do with this. She fought and clawed and I am so proud of her effort and responsibility I could burst. I want to sing from rafters, dance on rooftops, shout out the window, clarion her struggle, her bravery, her accomplishment. I have never been so proud of anything in my life, certainly nothing I ever did.  

And maybe it means I am doing ok, after all. That I'm not fucking them up irreparably, you think? That's there's hope for them and me together, and Everything Will Be Ok, they will be happy, ok people in the world one day who love their mom, and we will live some normalcy, a little bit of the Rockwell world they so deserved. Right? You think?

So raise your glass to my kid. Right now, at this minute, no one deserves your salute more.