As I was dumping the soggy discards of today’s school lunches out of their respective sacs, I found the note that had been tucked away between Zach’s sandwich box and the sticky cellophane of a smushed granola bar. In Fraser’s scrawl it read “Go get ’em Zach!”. “Em” being the multitude of friendly rivals at the track and field meet that our nine-year old attended earlier today. I grinned at the yellow stick-it square, so plain yet so thoughtful and sweet.
When I had picked up Zach from school he was glowing with the pride that comes with a shiny ribbon and expectations exceeded. He had come in seventh in running long-jump, one place higher than last year. And as a late sub-in for a teammate with a twisted ankle, his relay crew had pulled a second place finish. He was over the moon!
Waiting by Zach’s side was his favourite teacher. He shook my hand and paid our little one a glowing compliment. “Zach has such a great positive attitude. He’s such a happy camper!”. I couldn’t have said it better myself. Thanks for the dedication of teachers who readily lend their time and energy to help give our kids the chance to find pride in achievement. Thanks to the parents who pack lunches late at night after long days working, who still find the time to write a few words of encouragement. And especially thanks to the kids whose enthusiasm for long jump outweighs their enthusiasm for video games. Go get ’em!