He did much better today, according to his teacher. Better morning. Rough mid-morning. Good afternoon. Nobody can tell me that prayer doesn't work.
I know I sound ridiculous. I have to keep reminding myself, "It's just freaking kindergarten." My son is a good kid having a difficult time adjusting to a new school, a new teacher, and a new group of friends. That would be stressful for a grad student, let alone a four-year-old boy.
Saint Marty will be praying again tomorrow. Maybe his son will be voted "Student of the Week."
|My two angels|