Thursday – I Gave Up Hope, and Feel Much Better For It

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I think Tuesday’s call from my son’s school was such a nasty shock to my psyche because it came later rather than sooner, so I was unprepared for it when it finally hit me. His whole first week of school I was tensed and ready for that call, but it never came. I had a hope that it wouldn’t, since he had done so well with his babysitter in the last year and a half. I got used to getting good reports on him every day; about how sweet and well behaved and good he was. It was a nice hiatus from the reports I used to get from his daycare that he was a little hellion that could not be controlled. I was aware, though, that after having been out of a group environment for so long there might be a period of adjustment.

For the first week I was tense with worry, but the dreaded call never came. I was prepared for it, though. After the next week began and Monday passed without incident, I let myself relax and let go of the breath I felt like I had been holding. That’s when they sucker punched me.

( Live and Learn )