Yesterday, JT started the 8th grade. For the 11th year in a row, I made some pictures of him on the front porch. It's a tradition and the boy even smiled as he indulged me.
7th grade was rather a rough ride at my house and as I made these photos yesterday morning, I found myself reflecting on the last school year. We've been at work on some things to make the 8th grade better. And so I live in hope, as one must when dealing with a kid. For one thing, he is 13 and he's a child (no matter how large and how loud) and children are by their very definition works in progress. For another, living in hope is the only strategy I know. And so I embrace the uncertainty and live in hope.