It was hard to decide which handwriting sample to pick. I could have used this signature (see name tag):
Or, I could have used his extremely neat handwriting from his last day with us that said:
September 8, 2011
on the top of several pages in his 7th grade notebooks.
Or his sweet first grade handwriting, from a school that still teachers cursive:
Instead, I picked this messier sample of unknown origin because it cracked me up. I found it in a file folder.
I have no idea what grade he was in, but I assume he was supposed to write his parents a love note. Knowing Jack, he tried to make it his own by insisting it be only one sentence, while everyone else filled up the page. That's why I choose it.
It's so easy (for me) to get caught up in a desire for the apparent ease of conformity. It's harder to remember to love our kids for their unique qualities.
I hope Jack taught me a little bit about how to do that.