Mama, PhD by Elrena Evans6/28/2023 ![]() ![]() But I wondered if the school was on to something more, something we might only see with the passing of time. Walking into a second-grade classroom with an all-new peer group, having only finished kindergarten a few months before, was quite possibly the scariest thing she’d ever done up until that point. “And that was something that took courage.” “I think they picked ‘courageous’ because I skipped a grade,” my daughter said on the way home. But the word she was given was courageous. Joyful, caring, loving, honest, bright…I could think of dozens of other adjectives I would have chosen for her. But “courageous”? My daughter? It wasn’t that I didn’t think she was courageous, it just wasn’t the first word that would have sprung to my mind to describe her. The words had been chosen, we were assured, with much care and reflection…and not, as I had secretly thought, pulled out of a hat. ![]() ![]() As she solemnly shook hands with the principal, she was told, “You are courageous. My feelings on elementary school graduations aside, I was intrigued by the words I heard from the stage that night, and particularly the word the school had chosen to bestow on my daughter. “Who can find a woman of valor? For her worth is far above rubies.”Īt my eldest daughter’s fifth grade graduation, the teacher presiding over the ceremonies gave each child a word as they crossed the stage to receive their elementary school diploma. ![]()
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