I can associate lots of lovely things with the color blue: blue skies, blue Carribean waters, blue Tiffany boxes, and my old police car to name a few. Today, I was handed a "blue letter" from one of the pre-school teachers, and its contents did not spark a warm, fuzzy feeling as the aforementioned do. The letter was an incident report stating that our sweet Anthony hit the teacher :( His not-the-first-aggressive-act on site earned him a visit with the director. Needless to say, I was mortified. Yes, I know he is adjusting to pre-school, the structure, other kids ...yada yada, yada. Nonetheless, I couldn't help but feel it was a reflection of me as a parent. Thankfully the teacher handed me the letter in private and briefly explained what happened. I managed a stiff upper lip, nodded during the brief conversation, and suppressed the tears that were surely about to surface by blinking quickly. Once the boys were buckled in their seats, I read the "report" and cried. I talked to him about it in the car and Dad did at home, though he thought the whole report was a bit excessive. I posted on Facebook about what happened and was flooded with much love and support. I questioned my ability to bring him to school the following day. All I wanted to do was "turtle." Armed with my big girl panties and my inner strength set to maximum, I dropped him off the following day. According to the teacher, he had "a good day!" Keeping my fingers crossed it stays that way!
Funny: I was taking the picture of the letter for the blog when Anthony comes over and says, "Take a picture of me." The picture changed from what was to be that of a lonely blue letter to it being held by the offender.
*Second week of summer pre-school*
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