Five years ago today, we flew to New Hampshire (by way of Boston) for our son’s high school graduation.
We really had no idea — right up until the last minute — if it would ever happen.
Not after he basically refused to go to school his freshman year.
Or after the months that he was on Home and Hospital by order of the high school he was attending.
Or after the many more months (years, actually) he was in Utah at a residential therapeutic school, and then an alternative boarding school in New Hampshire for his senior year.
He was sent home just a month before the end of the year. Here we thought we had made it — after years of the mantra “just get him through high school, just get him through high school” — and then, bam, it was in danger of not happening.
Thankfully, the school allowed him to finish his course work at home. Thankfully, he did it. Thankfully, we were able to take him to graduate with his class.
It was touch and go for years. But I’m grateful we hung in there. I’m grateful for the lessons I learned. I’m grateful that he’s doing as great as he is, and that we have a close relationship again.
Those years were tough, the hardest of my life. If you’re going through them now, I’m here to support you. Download a copy of my book (at www.survivingyouroutofcontrolteen.com) or give me a call and let me know what’s going on with you.
These difficult years won’t last forever, even if it seems like they will never end. You’ll be okay, mama.