It is so good that his language arts teacher cried. It is seriously that good. It captures his love of the forest and his never ending thirst for knowledge about nature.
His teacher is impressed and she emailed us that George should apply to Ivy Leagues and send his essay to several contests and publications to be published.
Today, as the temperature dropped and we drove through traffic to his Cross Country banquet, he was telling me about how his teacher asked questioned him- Haven’t other teachers or people told you how beautiful your writing is? She wondered how he got to middle of senior year with no one noticing his talent.
George replied “My momma does but she’s just my momma. She always loves my writing.”
And I have done one of my jobs.