My children started a new school in a new community this fall. On the first day of classes, climbing on the bus with all their Number Two pencils and three-ring binders, they also carried with them enough anxiety to fill a mama’s boy’s backpack. It wasn’t just the reality of a new school that put them on edge; it was middle school, and that is scary enough all on its own. For the record, I wouldn’t go back and repeat those few years of middle school (we called it “junior …