Seven weeks of school left with my boys. Nine months of frustration, elation, pushing leading, cajoling, challenging, and building..... all ending up in the next few weeks. It's a bittersweet time.
The same rules that prevent me telling all about their foibles, prevent me telling all the good that has happened in each story.
They are.... a good bunch, and the night I shake their hands and hand them their certificates will be the best and worst of the year.