I don’t consider myself a helicopter or hovering mom. I like to think I am involved, concerned, gently prodding. I love my kids, each one of them, and each of them have talents that are amazing and unbelievable to me. Each of them has gifts that I do not possess. I am going to be very honest with you dear reader………my daughters do not standardize test well. They are good students, very good students, and they work hard for each grade they achieve. The dreaded standardize test is another issue.
In some form or another they have been taking tests like these since second grade. Honestly for the most part they score in the average range, there have been times when a score or area was below average in a bell curve sort of way. I’ve learned so much more about how a student learns and how a student scores and I’ve been able to encourage them to not be pigeon holed because of one lousy score. I keep telling them, you have great grades, you’ve passed the FCAT which is our states test that must be passed to graduate, and I tell them you can do this!!!
But still, I have that pit in my stomach for them.
30+ years ago when I myself took the SAT and the ACT I was nervous I know, but I took on the challenge and did it! I was able to do well enough the first time that I didn’t take the tests again. I only applied to 3 colleges and was accepted to all, and went to my first choice. I felt lucky and a little charmed…………but that was light years ago…………college admissions are more difficult today…….or so everything I read or hear tells me.
In reality, when I put my mind to it, I know this will all be fine. I keep repeating that an average score is all you need. They aren’t applying to Harvard, Yale or Notre Dame. A college admissions office looks at the big picture of a student………right? Grades, test scores, activities, letters of recommendation all of that.
But still………..I have that pit!
How do they feel you might ask. The attitude of each of my girls is different. One knows she will try her best, and if need be will take the test again. The other worries me in her assured failure. Now she won’t do miserable, but she is worried she will score less than average and have to do this again.
So tonight they will stay in and review more…………go to bed early after packing up a bag with two #2 pencils, a graphing calculator with fresh batteries, snacks, SAT admission ticket, and photo ID. They will wake early to a wonderfully prepared breakfast from mom. We will hug and kiss them and wish them well…………..and they will drive off to their test site.
At the end of the day, it will all be fine, we will all survive and live to smile.
And then I can start to feel that pit again waiting for February 11 when their scores will be in…………….dang when does this mothering gig get better?