No tears

The first day of school is always so hard for me. It's one step closer to independence and further from needing me. I always say I'm not going to cry, but then spend a majority of the day doing so. The day before school this year was even harder on me. Grace did not get the teacher we were hoping for. I've been praying since before school got out last year that she would get the best teacher for her. I decided not to tell God who I thought she should have, but I secretly hoped. When I found out she didn't get the one I wanted, I cried. I was reassured that this year's teacher will be a great fit for her. Not meddling is hard. I guess Mandy was right because Grace came home and said, "my teacher only yelled 4 times and I love her!" At least she has a good attitude. They seem to be getting along famously. If anyone can melt a heart, it's my girl.

Ethan's day was equally great. He came off the bus saying, "I love the 4th grade!" I was so relieved to hear that. He did get the two teachers we wanted but he's in class with a few questionable kids. We are reminding him daily to make wise decisions. His best friend is with him (as is the girl who has "loved" him since kindergarten) so the gang will be fine. I hope I can keep with with all the homework.

The house is quiet and finally clean. I didn't cry today and Maggie seems to be doing better. Instead of curling up in the littlest ball possible, she's spread out and fast asleep. Sounds like a good idea.