Oh this spring, where to I start? How about the week of bloody noses Lily had that ended with 10 in one day followed by a late night trip to the ER? Or the walking pneumonia that I ended up with after that trip? There is always the tales of the tests. More and more damn tests. My nine year old took took 6 tests based on
BUT, there is amazing teamwork between Rob and I as we juggle all of the appointments and laundry and dishes and the kids and the pets. There is family bonding as Rob, Caroline, and I tag team study with Lily. There is amazing sweetness as Caroline gives Lily countless test taking pep talks. There is joy (and not one bit of surprise) when Caroline passes all of her tests and keeps up her GPA and pretty much tackles every obstacle she has in front of her. There is hope as I remember her struggles and awkward years and realize Lily, too, will find her own way. We have learned to laugh and breathe when we want to cry and yell. There are only 2 1/2 weeks left. We are limping along to the finish line, all together as a team. We might not get the first place medal, but all that matters is we ARE going to cross that line!