This has been an amazingly long week. Yet, it pales in comparison to what the family of the young lady in my previous post is dealing with. This town, and especially the school community are doing a tremendous job of rallying around them, but I can not fathom the depths of their grief.
Middle school is an absolutely horrible time of life. I am not going to go into details, but suffice it to say it just completely stinks. I remember back to my own childhood, and sixth grade was definitely the low point for me. High school holds more opportunities, and it's really a chance to branch out a little more. You aren't stuck in the "mold" you might've found yourself in during middle school. We made the challenging decision of asking that Robert not be in Andrew's class. It was a very tough decision. As a parent, I want all three of my children to have Andrew. My number one reason is that from everything I've heard, he is the best freshmen teacher, and of course I want my children to have the best. But, we decided that we needed for Andrew to just be his father, and not to add even more issues to the challenges already on the table.
I am tired this morning. I am tired to the core, and weary. However, I am grateful that my heart is still full of gratitude and hope, and I'm grateful for my faith and the opportunity to pray.
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