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For those who excel at being human

My son is 15 years old. It's a strange age. He is starting to look like an adult. The discussions we have are like talking with an adult, albeit with slightly less life experience. I trust him to cook for himself on occasion and not burn the house down. And yet, at 15, there are so many concerns that seem to hit teenagers harder than most adults. Am I smart enough? Do I look good enough? Am I funny enough? Do people like me?

Most people need reminders of the things they do well. It's hard to see when it's something that is part of you and you do it every day. This is even more true for the students in your life. They are wrestling with worries about their future as well as their present. Finals. College entrance exams. Scholarship essays. Scholarship rejection letters. Instagram vacation pictures. Snapchat snide comments. Athletic personal records that surpass theirs.

So many ways to feel like they are not enough. And yet, they are still studying. Still trying. Still accomplishing. Still excelling at being human.

I came across this Instagram post from @HelloLuckyCards and it reminded me that I need to do a better job of reminding my son, his friends and all the other students in my life of the amazing people they are.

@eggpress #write_on #reasonstowrite

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