T came home last night and threw himself on the end of my bed. Yesterday the guidance councilors from the high school were at his school meeting with the kids. Next Thursday we have the Open House. He also has a day when he goes over to the high school and they get to try some of the classes.
I am not so sure how I feel about this.
And now T has to make a decision. A big one and as much as I would like to be able to do so for him like when he was little, I cannot do that with this.
Once he does I am allowed to write about it. For now suffice it to say it hurts my heart to watch him struggle and know that there is nothing I can do to make it easier for him.