Not every child learns the same way. Me? I was a little academic with my nose in a book. My son? He’d rather be out in the mud and playing games, or working out how things work? He’s hands on. He’s active and happy and perfect, but he struggles to concentrate in standardised tests.
So when he figured out he was going to have to take big old English SATs tests at 6 years old? Let’s just say his first tries last month weren’t mind-blowing. (Maths has never been a problem for him, but English is his one instability. It requires more concentration for him.)
So what did Oscar do? He’s 6 years old and has been thrown into a world of test answers and scores. He’s still a baby to me. All I want is for him to be happy! Family encouraged him to try his best. He worked so hard with encouragement, with his grandad and us, to correct little mistakes that test assessors won’t like.
Just a few weeks later? He’s more than doubled his mock test score. From a 9 to a 22. Pretty much bang on where he needs to be, when he takes the SATs in a few months. He’s been on his own little adventure. The adventure on one of many steps into the grown up world. The discovery of society’s expectations for statistics, and the decision on whether of not they will matter to him.
I’m still glad to see that he knows that as long as he tries his best, we will be happy for him. And he, in turn, will be happy.
I’ll never expect him to have perfect scores. All I want is for him to be happy with what he does, and we will support him as much as we can. But he’s proven to us that when he puts his mind to something, he can do anything.
So, well done, baby. You’ve proved you can do whatever you want, whenever you try. You make amazing improvements on anything you put your mind to. You do you, and you be the best you that you can be. I’ll be here, watching as you slowly test your wings and fly. Ready to lift you up every step of the way.