The other day, as we were walking back to the gym from counting money, Kai pointed down the hall of Hardin Valley, and he said, "Mommy, I remember back there; it's where we cooked," and he was right. We had a cookout back there at the beginning of school year for all of the staff. It broke my heart in a thousand pieces because he probably won't have that memory next year. The year-to-year change is a struggle for me, but it also makes me so sad for him. I want him to have places that are constant in his childhood, and I always thought my school would be one of those places. Because we are working on three schools in three years, that hasn't quite been the case. So I've decided that Kai's place will be the gym. Most gyms share common features. They are places of jubilation and heart break, holding on and letting go. I can live with that. There is a lot to be learned within gym walls, and though it isn't the life I thought we would have, it's one with which I am coming to terms. Who knows? Maybe one day I will walk into a gym to watch him play; maybe it will be a place that guards his time and keeps him away from all of the things I never want him to do. There are a thousand things that remain to be seen. The one thing I know for sure, though? Right now, if you're looking for us, you can find us in the gym.
