I read them and give thanks.
Because she sees it, too. The challenges we've been having with his attention.
I respond how I notice he becomes easily fatigued and unravels.
Morning's freshness gives him alertness. Just like his momma.
And by afternoon he's wiped out. Like I am, too.
Real life requires attention. More than he's able to keep at eight.
Some people would slap on a label and write up a script.
But others, like this teacher of his, work at strategy. A way to help him cope with life's demands.
I didn't see it at first becoming a mother--
It really does take a village...
and we all really do make a difference.
The gratitude I feel is intense.
For this woman--my boy's teacher--is a mother, too.
And so, together we share our observations and both pray that He would guide us with what matters most.
Together we reach for Real grace and nourish with love.
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