 Recently, I was talking to a couple of my grandkids about how much they were struggling at school. Maybe you struggled at school too, I know I did. But last night I had a dream. And in this dream, I was at the Hogwarts Sorting Hat Ceremony. I know. So at 4am this morning I woke up with that dream. And I wrote a poem. This might help you kids if you read it to them. I wish life had a sorting hat that helped us to belong. That by the age of four or five that hat would come along and silence all the noise and din that did not come from within. I wish the hat had said out loud, they will never be his crowd. I wish that hat had helped us find the house that God had in mind. The house of our kind. But now today this older me has come to see that the hat you seek to find your unique was in you all along. The Sorting Hat has got your back and soon you will belong. Hope they helps you or your kids or your grandkids.