So, we sent DS off to high school this week. Those of you who know our story know that this is a big deal.
I didn't cry when he got on the bus to go to kindergarten 9 years ago, but when he walked out the front door on Wednesday and headed down the street to the bus stop by himself -- moving a little more slowly than he did the last time -- the tears caught me by surprise.
But it feels right. I feel like he's where he needs to be, and all of the people who have helped us get him there are my heroes. He is confident; he is happy. So, these weren't tears of sadness as I watch him leave us behind; these are tears of triumph as I watch him take on yet another challenge with enthusiasm and determination.
This evening I was catching up on my email, and my sister sent me a link to a video that, coupled with the events of the week, pretty much did me in. It just proves the point that no matter how much you might struggle, there is always someone else who struggles more mightily.
Meet Team Hoyt:
A gem cannot be polished without friction; the child of God cannot be perfected without adversity. | Author Unknown