Aidan wept today. He doesn’t want to go to school tomorrow. “My teacher has us answer questions every day. The questions are in French, mommy,” he said, “and I don’t understand the questions. How can I answer them?” I let him vent. I hugged him. I told him that I didn’t care if he got a zero. I told him I was proud of him.

Thankfully, an hour later, he is laughing with his sisters. Would you pray for him tomorrow, that school would go better?