I don’t know what to call this phase. What I can say is it has been tough. Not sure what is causing it to be so tough, I can only guess. In fact, your guess is as good as mine. The truth is…we have no clue. She can’t tell me what is going on so I am stuck guessing.

It’s been two months since school started. Two months of her getting use to a new school, class, friends, teacher, routine, etc. Two months of me waiting to hear that she is acclimating well. Two months of updates that include one tough day after another. Two months of me holding my breath around 2:45 to hear the update from Savannah on just how tough her day was.

I hate it.

I hate that I have lost faith in seeing a good day right now.

I hate that I don’t wait to hear if it was a good day but instead I wait to hear just how bad her day was.

I hate that it is now carrying over at home.

I hate that the bruises on her wrists are almost calluses.

I hate that as her mom, the one who is supposed to make it all better, has no idea how to help her.

We are in a tough phase. It’s an awful one. One of the worst yet.

I hate this tough phase but I will keep standing right along side reminding her just how much I love her.