Finding Peace with Kate

Today I realized something amazing has happened. I found peace. Every weekday morning Kate happily gets out of bed EXCITED to go to school. She loves it so much and so do we. When we walk into school in the morning she can barely contain herself, waiting for her teacher to come and take her to class. She smiles bigley!

For the first time since I was pregnant with her I am not worried about her. We see her changing so much! She is calmer. She is more engaged. She is listening to directions and she is so loving.

To not worry about Kate is so new and so peaceful. The teachers and all the workers are so kind and caring. We knew this school was a perfect fit. Trinity and I witnessed a very stressful event with a child in the parking lot, one morning. The school was so on top of it and expertly handled the incident professionally and lovingly.

To work full-time with special needs children, you need a loving heart. That is all I see. I see parents that want so much for their child and the school delivering.

So today we are thanking God for His direction to The Watson Institute. We are grateful for all the teachers and staff that support our special children. Peace, it is a lovely word.

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