Amazing....

My son is my life. My everything. Every thought, every plan, every choice, has been about him and for him. I couldn't imagine my life any other way. Does it get hectic ? You bet. Do I barely have time for me ? You bet. Do I miss being the center of attention ? No I do not, because I am his center. That's all I need and that's just fine with me. It is who I am right now.

I decided the minute he was born that he would attend a CS (christian school). My now husband, his father, fought me tooth and nail. He thought my reasoning was because PS's (public school) now a days aren't all they're cracked up to be. In truth, some are not. That wasn't why. I wanted him in an environment that supported every value he was taught at home. He wouldn't get that in a PS.

J is VERY anti-God. Very outspoken about it as well. Having had H in a Christian environment from birth, he is very set in his belief of God and will argue until blue in the face of His existence and all He has done. I couldn't be more proud of how my child stands his ground. He is very passionate about it.

So when I had to put him in a PS for HS (high school), it terrified me. It's bad enough being 14 and having to deal with all the changes. The physical changes alone are scary enough. Not only did he have to leave the comfort of the only school he had ever known. A majority of his friends all went to different schools. There are a total of 3 students from his Cornerstone days that attend the same HS. Out of those 3, he is only close with 1.

We signed him up for football thinking that he would gain new friends and therefore wouldn't feel totally alone when school started. Then he went and broke his foot. He had to have surgery. That ended practice. He still went to practice to learn the routes/calls/plays, so that when he was able to play he wouldn't get annihilated his 1st game back.

His Defensive Coach died Tuesday morning. He's upset. Understandable. The entire team from Freshman to Varsity is upset. They have spent the last 2 days in the Media Center making posters/banners/cards for his family and to honor him at tonights Varsity game. They told stories. Laughed. Cried. Consoled each other. Then my son told me something that I NEVER thought I would have heard.

They prayed. They bowed their heads. They held each others hands and they prayed. They prayed for comfort. For peace. For understanding. They simply prayed. I started to cry. So did my son.

Maybe PS isn't as horrible as I think. Maybe, he and I can make it through his HS years !!!!