September 7

Isaac's back to school night was this evening, but oddly enough, this entry centers on Abby.

As Adam and I made our way to his first period class, Abby's sophomore and senior English teacher --the teacher who she chose to hand her her diploma (holder) at graduation and who wrote her college rec letters and who was always, always trying to convince her to believe that she was as capable as she truly is-- was headed in the opposite direction. So I stopped to say hello. And naturally, he asked about Abby.

And I was so, so glad to be able to tell him that she's doing well at Wheaton. That she's found a nice little group of friends and that she's managing to balance them with her need for alone time and that she seems to be enjoying her classes. And that she seems happy. And that she seems to have found a home-away-from-home there where she can truly grow and excel. 

After having her in class for two years he's pretty cognizant of the nuances of her personality, and he seemed happy to hear all of the above. So for teachers who truly care about their students and ask about them and want to see them succeed and then smile really, really big when they do, I am grateful.