There are some stories that are too important not to tell.
This is one of them.
My son Luke was the class clown.
The joker.
The one who made everyone laugh.
He was also the child every teacher dreaded having in the class.
I was the parent every teacher wanted to see at the end of the day.
Luke was sent out of class and put in isolation more times than I can count.
And for years he was labelled a “naughty boy”
But what I know now is that he was never naughty.
He was hiding a hurt that he didn’t know what to do with.