Elliott made his triumphant return to the classroom, if only for a day. He had state testing and it went well, at least as far as he can tell. Mr. Elliott decided to dress up in his cosplay outfit, which I wasn’t sure about. Personally, I didn’t care if he wore it but I was a little concerned about how people would react. It wasn’t anything crazy but it certainly wasn’t street clothes. I didn’t want him to be in an uncomfortable situation.
He told me he wanted to do this while last night and I had my concerns but ultimately decided to let him be him.
Apparently, cosplay is a big thing in his class, so no one thought anything of it.
Also, I respect the shit out of Elliott’s confidence. He gives exactly zero fucks about what other people think and he’s true to himself. He’s such an amazing kid and I couldn’t be prouder to be his dad.
It’s sometimes hard for me to wrap my head around just how profoundly our lives have change in the last few months. I absolutely love my life. I love my kids. I love my job.
The kids are doing well and they’re excited to move forward. I feel like we are finally unstuck and able to begin living life once again.