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We had our yearly return of graduating seniors to my elementary school building today. Kids who had gone to speech services with me, kids who had IEPs, kids who I didn’t know, and kids who excelled. There were even kids that no one worried about, no one pushed to be more than they were, and did what every kid is supposed to do: learn and move on to the next grade.
A thought struck me: they all end up okay.
Or, at least as okay as it could seem from a 20 minute visit back at the school. A cursory conversation with lots of questions from the adult and lots of answers from the young adult.
There’s 2 deeper thoughts that struck me next: yes, it seems like they all end up okay, and we are all fighting our own battle.
I think of the times when I reconnect with old friends. When I see someone I haven’t seen in years.
How are things?
I’m good. Have 2 kids. Married 14 years. Work in a school.
I don’t talk about things that are bothering me. I don’t talk about being 44 and wondering about the future. I don’t talk about the worries that dribble through my head daily. It’s all on the surface. It’s all keeping an…
