Filled with cautious hope I am.

What is it about the first day of school that makes me want to feel hopeful? The fresh appearance with new shoes, clothes, and backpacks?First_day_of_school_010

It might surprise you to know that the impending transplant wasn’t on my mind this day* but what it was is how Gage will handle the year, educationally and behaviorally. I can only describe Gage has hard. He’s just hard. He requires us to think EVERY SECOND about our reaction and how it will direct him a certain way. Because a particular reaction to something can drive us down a good road. Or a bad road. And on that road we are on we will have speed bumps and car wrecks and detours, or we will have side trips with historic markers to read, and car games to First_day_of_school_019 play and pecan rolls. First_day_of_school_015

One week into school and I’m hopeful this will be a decent year for Gage, all things considered. I’m sure Quinn and her flexible-ness will have a stellar year of learning and keeping her hands

to herself. I know its early, but my sanity depends on me believing that we are driving the speed limit passing cows and horses and barns with Rock City painted on them, which make me smile. See…this visualizing thing is working.

*Not much anyway. Okay, that is a lie, lie, LIE.