First call of the year

Yesterday I got a phone call that showed up on my caller ID as the boy's school. In years past I always dreaded when the school called because it meant most likely that a little fella wasn't feeling well.  I was also a little afraid that Thing 1 had possibly had an allergic reaction-ya know the whole peanut allergy thing.  Well now that Thing 2 has started school I have an entirely different fear.  I am afraid they are calling because he is in trouble. 

I realize that as a mom that is a horrible thing to think much less say out loud.  I know my child.  My child is a sweet compassionate child who often thinks of others first, and truly has a kind heart.  With that being said, my child is stubborn, hard headed (and no those are not the same things), and will hold a grudge for eternity.  He gets it honest, I blame genetics. The child can't help it.  But given all of his traits I truly expected the call yesterday to be his teacher saying, "Do you know what your kid did!!" 

Thankfully it wasn't that at all.  She called to say that he had started crying in class after he put something up because his chest was hurting.  The child had no fever, no cough no nothing other than his chest was hurting.  She said that it scared her because he never cries, and never complains.  Which I am thankful that. 

So the first call of the year was because a little-well not so little fella-moved wrong putting something up. That doesn't mean that I won't cringe every time the phone shows the school on caller ID but it does make me feel better that even 6 weeks into school his teacher still says he is such a good boy :).