By now, most of us have learned how to take pride in our work.
We are taught to believe that we deserve the best.
We’ve learned to respect our colleagues.
We have the right to expect our bosses to treat us with respect.
But there are some things we can’t seem to get over: our self esteem.
It’s something we’ve struggled with since we were kids.
We’ve had parents, siblings, coaches, teachers, and even a few teachers telling us we were just not good enough.
We were not good at everything.
We did not have what it takes to be good at anything.
That’s what was happening in our families and in our communities.
In our families, we were told that we were too self-conscious to work.
They told us that our work was not fulfilling, that we should be doing more.
We weren’t as good as our friends, and we were not as good at what we did.
We had to “work harder” or, in their words, “work less.”
When we were in middle school, we had to work at our own pace, in our own way, to make up for the things we did not enjoy doing.
We learned to not get discouraged by the fact that we did everything we could do.
We went to college and got good grades.
We bought a car, got a degree, and became a successful businessman.
We worked hard and did our jobs with pride.
But when it came to our self-esteem, it wasn’t that simple.
In a society that believes in the importance of self-worth, self-respect, and achievement, there was a disconnect between the two.
We couldn’t believe that our family members could tell us that we needed to work harder to be successful.
We thought that our peers told us to be better.
We wondered if we had the same issues, if our peers were telling us the same things.
And then we had our first child, a son, who was a good child and a happy kid.
We asked our family what had happened and we got a very different response.
When my son was born, we felt like we were doing everything right.
I could see that my son’s growth had taken off, and I knew that he was going to be a great kid.
I knew he would get the best education possible and would get ahead in life.
I had no idea that he wasn’t as great as his peers.
I was wrong.
My son was not the same as the others.
I did not achieve the same heights as my peers, or at least not as well as my son did.
He would tell me that he could not get into college and get good grades because he was not good.
He was not as smart as I thought he was.
He did not get good marks at school.
He didn’t do well in school.
I felt like he was on the same level as me, and that he had the skills I was looking for.
We talked about how hard he was working and I told him that I would never do that.
He told me that it was his choice and I could choose to stay home and take care of him.
But I had to decide that this was the right thing to do.
I couldn’t allow my son to feel that way, and so I decided to help my son.
My husband and I had talked about my decision to take him out of school.
We decided that it would be best if we didn’t let him be a burden on us.
So we decided to take his last year of high school.
When I went to my husband and said this was not going to work, he told me I would be the one to do it.
And I did.
In my first few months, I began to see a change in my son, as he had started to notice the differences in his behavior.
I started noticing changes in how he behaved, and he began to take responsibility for himself more.
I saw that he understood that he didn’t have the skills that I was asking for, and as a result, I was able to give him more.
The change in him and in me was very noticeable, and the change in our lives began to pay off.
It was clear that my husband had given me the chance to be the best mom and wife he could.
He knew what he was doing and he knew that I loved my son so much that he would do anything I asked of him, no matter how big or small, if it was in his best interest.
So when he gave me the call to take my son out of his school, I knew it was the best thing for my family and for our son.
We knew that we could take him anywhere and he would be safe.
I am grateful for what my husband has done for my son and for me, because I could not have done it