Will woke up this morning bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and I honestly had a flicker of hope that it was going to be an ok day, where maybe I would get through dropping him off for his first day without tears…
Sadly, that was short-lived.
His mood went from super happy and chipper at 6am to
flipping out and crying by the time we were ready to leave the house at 8am I snapped a few quick miserable photos, Russ put him in the van, and we drove to his new school, a full-day private Catholic school for special needs kids.

I love the school and adore the staff and feel very confident that all of Will’s needs will not only be met but will be done so with compassion and commitment.
Will, on the other hand, was not so thrilled with his new school.

Russ and I had to literally drag him into the building and then I stayed with him during morning worship because he was losing his mind while Russ dropped Keith and Emma off at their school.

And it didn’t get better.

After worship, I had to drag Will into his classroom with the help of the principal, who was actually quite understanding and sympathetic, and then I had to walk away.

I stood in the hallway while waiting for Russ to return listening to my little boy cry hysterically.
This from a child who very rarely cries and when he does, it is generally brief and to the point.
This was different.
This was crying  because he was
lost.

Heartbreaking doesn’t even begin to touch how it really felt to hear him.
I cried.
(And sobbed on the inside.)
Knowing he doesn’t understand and can’t be reassured just
crushes my soul.

The principal reassured me that he will be ok.
And I’m sure he will be.
Eventually.

For now, I sit here at home  praying he is finding happiness.

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