I measure my life in two different calendar systems:  the school calendar and the annual calendar.  I know: it gets confusing. This last school year was a doozy.  To recap the highlights, our oldest daughter moved to a new high school three weeks into the school year.  We moved her from the only school she had known.  The only school we had known.  It was hard, but it was easy.  It was hard to let go of the dream that she would graduate from there.  It was easy to let go because she was so miserable where she was.  We were miserable too. That move to a new school ushered into a whole new world for us: a new psychologist, a new counselor, and new medicines.  It opened my eyes to a new possibility for her and shuttered my long-held dream.  Truthfully, she has always struggled.  I tried to make things work.  We tried so hard with her on so many different paths and ways.  When I finally let go of my dream that she would graduate from this one school, I gained breathing room. Oh, it did not relieve all the stress.  In some ways, that move to…