My wife handed me my 9-year old’s report card. Looks fine. Better in math than English. Good. Then I saw this large black and white photo of my son with a clear plastic film stapled on top of it (overlay) with text printed on it. It read:
- [my son’s name]
- Resident of [our street address]
- I am awesome, funny, and a good friend
- I love soccer, traveling, and reading
- I cry when someone dies
- I worry that math will be hard this year
- I try to get better at soccer
- I wonder if I’ll get more friends
- I hope that I’ll learn in school
I had to read it over a few times. The purity, the innocence of a 9-year old’s life shines through. But it shines through so strong it’s almost painful to look at. Painful in the sense that, “What would I write?” I can’t wait to ask his teacher where she found this. Maybe it’s a common thing to do for third graders? Maybe the whole country does it? Maybe no one. Maybe my son’s teacher is a philosopher and a genius.
What would you write? Will it define you?
What if everyone did this every year?
- Bradley Charbonneau
- Resident of San Francisco
- I am a dad, a husband, a writer, a traveler
- I love my family
- I cry when they’re hurt
- I worry that I won’t see them grow up
- I try to be the best me
- I wonder what I’ll write in a year
- I hope to make people’s lives better around me
OK, I have new rules: no editing! No going out of order! I tried not to stop, just let it flow, see what happened. Holy quickie soul searching, Batman! That kinda hurt, but in the way a final sprint around the track does: painful as you’re doing it but you feel better afterwards.
Dare you share yours?
I challenge you to write down yours. I double challenge you to write them out in the comments below.