When my son started out in his new high school, I was fortunate to meet the parents of his new classmates. Over the schoolyear, we have become good friends. We shared in the excitement of the Paskorus, as well as the agony of low and failing grades that are children received. Now that our children are no longer in the same section, some of us continue to meet and get together when we can, to share stories and catch up with each other. One of my son’s former classmates no longer goes to that school but her mom is still part of our group. We continue to help each other and support each other. I am grateful that they have become part of my life.