The roller coaster ride

It's been quite a week - a rollercoaster of emotions. First I watched as my daughter left for Europe, young and carefree, packing only hours before the plane was scheduled to depart. I listened to the joy in my daughter's voice as she told me she passsed her licensing exam. I listened to the team of psychologists tell me my son will need support and services for the rest of his education. I then had to tell him that any hopes he had of going onto private school were over. I watched as he sobbed and I couldn't comfort him. All the services in the world aren't going to cure his executive function disorder nor his dyslexia. Perhaps medication will help with the ADD but I have always been hesitant about medicating children. It's something us parents struggle with. Does the good outweigh the negative side effects? Then I watched as my son was inducted into his new role in his church as an alter server. I stood on the alter with him and looked out and saw my husband and my parents. I would have liked to have seen the rest of my family but I know we are all growing and moving on. I felt they were all there in spirit with us, whether in Paris or not. Finally, I quit my job. With everything going on around me, I couldn't have one more demand placed upon me. I had reached my breaking point. I must now help my son. No job in the world is more important.