This week, the teachers said you’re not doing good enough, they said your not at the acceptable stage that you should be. One was so concerned she felt it required a GP referral. All I heard is *Mum your daughter is a failure…..
As the days have passed I’ve been in somewhat of a state of despair. Because I see your potential I see there are struggles but I see the success. I see the triumph that they don’t. I KNOW without a doubt you will do exceedingly well in your future.
They make a bad habit painting all children with the same brush. They should all achieve the same and excel the same.. it’s funny….. I never told you the story of when I quit University. Mummy was up all night till’ day break, you were up with me for the most part .. I watched you sleep and typed. I watched you stir and turned my head back to the screen. My deadline was 9am… it’s now 7am and I’m blazing through this assignment.
Thinking to myself:
I can do this- I’ve defied all odds
I can do this……
Fast forward to a week later- My tutor handed me my marked assignment and there in red was 30% Fail! I needed 40% minimum. I failed. I looked up at my tutor, eyes filled with tears and I said ”I can’t do this, I can’t continue on with this course, I need to leave”
He said little, shrugged it off and watched me leave the class. I left disappointed, was it because he didn’t fight for me to stay? Was it because I was failing myself? I left feeling as lost as I felt free. Here I was, here we were.
I went back the next day… I came home and I saw your face. My tutor said nothing when I walked in, he handed me my tools and we never discussed it again.
I learnt something that day, I learnt I was in control of my future… I’ll never know if they really saw my potential when I walked into that class 17 and pregnant, especially because he let me go, he let me leave, I had to see my own potential. Yes my assignment was not good enough. But could I do better? Could I prove to myself that I had a future. Absolutely.
I could never be mad at my tutor for letting me leave that day. He did his job which was to teach me….I realised no-one will fight for me as hard as I can fight for myself. Only I truly knew the desires of my heart and where I was heading.
Not many people believed in me growing up, the teachers said I wasn’t smart enough and had learnt nothing in the years- I was always “middle set in school” Average. Not destined to go on to do great things. Just Average.
As your mother, your once, un-achieving, Average mother, I tell you. Screw your teachers opinions on your capabilities. You are my child and every atom of my being tells me you are destined for great things. You WILL Win!