And not two mintues after I posted…
…another call comes in from the school. Not sure I wanted to hear much more I reluctantly picked up the phone. It was the principal who wanted me to see the work Colt had done this afternoon with her. He turned his day around, she said, and was doing a great job, working hard. She really cares about him, this woman. He’s lucky to have her on his side.
He talked to me again, sounding happier. He lives moment to moment. Now I have to take him home to get in trouble for swearing after he already turned his day around. I sent a text to D to try to simmer him down some. He is way better at pulling it together after a few moments to vent some steam off. I hope we’re on the same page tonight.
Parenting is really, really freaking hard. I’m kind of thankful that we only had one, as much as I love the kid.
Focusing on tattoo. That will pull me through. It’s for my mom, this one. I think I’ve mentioned that my aunt, my birth mom’s sister said she had a gold cross on a chain somewhere in her attic that she wanted me to have. That was five years back and I’ve asked a few times but she’s not been able to get up there. I figured I’d just get my own cross, for her, to carry with me always.