I will never forget the look in my son’s eyes as he handed me a math test and I immediately mentioned the 89% he got, rather than acknowledging how much effort he had put into his work. As he shrugged and headed up the stairs, I immediately regretted the words that had come out of my mouth. I took a breath and headed up the stairs. I told him how sorry I was for focusing more on the outcome than his effort. He kind of looked puzzled. I suppose it is not often kids hear their parents admit they messed up. I wrote this as a reminder to let my children see me flub up, own it, and move on. If they can learn this lesson young, it will be golden.