Anticipation of tomorrow

Anthony is set to make his return to school tomorrow. My nerves are a little heightened in anticipation of days to come. I just hope there will be more good days than bad. I also hope he can make it through the year. It all depends on how well he can adjust to that environment without his emotions getting the best of him. I hope he's grown enough to handle it. Most of the time he's still like a four year old instead of acting eight. Part of his Aspergers. My mood has improved from earlier. I'm sure partly due to getting him prepared for tomorrow. I feel worry in the pit of my stomach. I can't deny it. I'm scared for him. It's hard to think of him not having me there to help and protect him. I don't want him to grow up the way I did. I don't want to many bad experiences haunting him and turning his skies grey like mine. I want him to have a happy and wonderful life. I want him to know so much more than I did, to not be surprised by the reality of life when you grew up thinking life was a Disney movie, like I did. I was so naive, time and time again. He should have it better, I hope. Wow, a parents love. Incredible, huh? I know some of you can relate. I'm glad my mood is calmer, more serene and peaceful, but just a little anxious. It's all good. I hope whatever your life involves and whoever's in it that it's all good for you too!