Hard. To. Swallow.
Feels. Like. Failure.
I know it is not failure. I know -- HURRAY for us, for figuring it out... that it was time.
I don't feel like "HURRAY" just yet.
Tomorrow, my husband and I will escort our man-cub to the principal's office for the very first time. (May it be the last. Amen.)
Proof of residency required. Proof of birth required - as if the man-cub's mere presence isn't enough. Proof of studies studied required.
Also, I want to prove that we believe that this is the very best next step for our son. That we want this to work (and work well) for him. I want to prove that we are a good family, and that we love our children well, telling them every day, and often -- and that this is where we believe God would have our son at this point in time.
But perhaps more than anything, I want to prove that I can get through this meeting without throwing up. Then, and only then will there be cause for celebration.
{I know -- sometimes HONESTY isn't pretty.}
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