Last night after delivering a Web Seminar, I picked up our third-grade son, like every other day. Except Wednesday, we have Catechism.
He’s a student and I’m a junior assistant deputy teacher. Miss Jane runs the class, and I sort of help by staying out of the way and pitching in here and there.
Anyway, our routine is a drive-through fast food place for dinner, eat on the way and in the parking lot. Clean ourselves up a bit. Class 6:30 – 7:45PM. Head home.
Our son could barely walk on his right leg, so we did not go.
We never know when he will have pain, where he will have pain (it migrates all over his body), or how long it will last.
It’s just a part of our landscape. We simply do the best we can, and keep moving forward.