On the way to therapy Middle Boy asked me if I had an idea what his GPA is.  As a matter of fact, I do.

I told him what it is and he said, "that isn't too good, is it?"  I told him where he currently ranked in the freshman class of his high school.  He seemed almost sad, but didn't really want to show it.

He said, "I have been kind of slacking the last couple of days, but I promise to pull it together for the rest of the year."

He says it all of the time.  I don't really listen to the words anymore, because they don't mean much to me.  Maybe I should think differently, but I don't.

I asked what I could do to help him knowing full well that is the last thing he wants.

Pray for motivation and understanding that school and therapy are important.