It seems when I stay at Heath's preschool for a parent's meeting, something not so good goes down. Last time was the Stella Barf-o-rama. Today, while attending a "Siblings Without Rivalry" forum, Heath's teacher pokes her head in and signals me to come out. My heart sank and my stomach flipped. I figured it was one of two reasons: 1) Heath did something to someone, or 2) It's Heath Barf-o-rama.
There was no barf.
Apparently there was a pushing/kicking incident and they felt like his day at school wasn't going to be productive from that point forward, and he should go home. My head is totally spinning from the information, and I somehow think they're saying he has to go home--forever. I start crying and try to gather my bags and Stella, while they get Heath. I'm trying very hard to stop the tears before I see him, but the more I try to stuff them, the more it becomes a full-on sob erupting.
I try to get a little more information. Is everyone okay? Can he come back? Then Heath and his class come into the hallway from outside and I'm still crying, Stella doesn't want to leave, and Heath is thoroughly confused. Mama, don't be sad? Do I have to go to my room when I get home? Why are we leaving school? I want to say sorry. I'll get you a tissue, mama. Why am I leaving?
It was awful.
I called the victim's mother this evening to apologize and see how they are doing. All is well.
(Heavy, heavy sigh.)
Big hugs, my friend. One day at a time. So this morning wasn't great. But... Heath is a great kid. You're a great mom.
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