It’s another day. Mike recovered very quickly from his disappointment, mainly because, I believe, he actually expects himself to somehow screw up everything and never really plans to have things work out. If something looks hopeful and promising it seems to be too good to be true because it is. So when it didn’t all work out, he wasn’t surprised really. Nothing ever does any way. But I’m the eternal optimist, so I always have that hope that somehow we’re going to get somewhere. And most of the time we don’t.
The best part of this picture is not what happened to Mike, but what Bart and I have finally mastered -- our response to what happens. While inwardly we are very disappointed and frustrated, outwardly we are factual and supportive. In the past, I, especially, would have made comments that were not helpful, pointing out that he had only been home a week from being in a detention camp for smoking something before he did it again. Or going on and on about the good chance we had worked hard to give him that he had ruined before it was gone.
But this time the consequences are bigger than any lecture and I have let go of my need to express the obvious.
Then, this morning, Bart and I received a heart felt apology email from Kyle which seems as genuine as he gets.
Salinda has been speaking to me civilly the whole entire 14 minutes we have been in the same general area over the last 24 hours.
And so we begin another day fresh -- with the mist and fog blown away -- ready for another day. And just as we know that there will be another unnamed emotional mountain to climb soon, we can stretch out and rest in this valley, even if just for a moment.
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