There were seasons of up and down in Z’s enthusiasm to complete any form of work. There were bad runs leading to unhappiness and tears and there were good runs too. During one of the good runs, I joked to Z that it was a good thing that he finished all his work diligently and quickly.
I told him it fulfilled the motto of “work hard, play hard”.
My dear boy reminded me that it was “work hard, play harder”. I chuckled at his conviction in the phrase.
What I taught him 2 years ago was very much entrenched and concurred.
Being the very consistent person I was, I really drilled this message of concentration across.
One year down the road, I was glad that he embraced this philosophy.