Middle school is going well for Jacob. We are at the end of the first quarter and so far, so good.
There have been no demerits. No detentions. No teacher phone calls.
I can't remember the last time that has happened. In fact, I don't think that has ever happened.
His grades are good. The friends are still calling. He is participating in after school activities.
My only complaint is that he keeps us waiting at pick-up because he is slowly sauntering out with three or four others and laughing and chatting and high-fiving as he gets in the car.
There's a dance next week. He might even go. With his friends. You know, if they decide it's cool to do that.
I see last year's teachers around the school and they have finally started speaking to me again and are constantly inquiring about Jacob. My gut instinct is to think they are doing it just so they can find out it went horrible awry and they can feel all smug and right about our last conference, but I have had to let that go. I just can't go on hating those women. I see them too often. I like to think maybe they just finally decided to care. In any case, I have forgiven them.
I mean, if it weren't for them Jacob would likely still be at that Christian school being the rich kids' whipping boy. If they hadn't handled things the way they did, I would never have questioned where he needed to be. It had to escalate to that point to make me see he had to leave.
I have always wondered why God would not answer our prayers regarding that situation.
Now I see he did.
Jacob is finally where he needs to be.
Day One Hundred Eighty-Eight
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