“It wasn’t as bad as I thought,” my son said, as we were leaving the new school.
For weeks, we struggled with the choice. The safe school versus the new school. We heard the thoughts and opinions of family members, friends, and mentors. We appreciated the wisdom and insight that each viewpoint brought. Ultimately it was going to be my son’s choice, for better or worse.
“I thought the restrooms were going to be a mess. It wasn’t. I thought my classmates would be different. They weren’t. They were just like me. I am excited about studying here.”
So here we go. One step at a time, to a new place, facing new challenges.