Tomorrow, Jack and I are going to Montana to visit possible boarding school options for the Boy. This morning it hit me like a ton of bricks.
I don't want to send him to boarding school. I want him to come home.
I wish he didn't need this.
I long for the days when the biggest issue was did he pack his soccer cleats and eat enough before a game, not which therapeutic environment will be the best for him.
This blog is about the little and big thoughts that pop into my head. I once read that when Flannery O'Connor walked into a bookstore, she would want to edit her published works with a red pen. In the digital world, we have the luxury of tweaking things up after we've hit the publish button. I can be a perfectionist/procrastinator, where waiting for the ideal means little gets done. Here I will share what is not--and likely will never be--perfect.
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