Yesterday, after I had walked my students to their "designated areas" and hugged each of them goodbye, I returned to my classroom to find I had missed a call from the elementary where my own monkeys attend. For me, that usually means that either someone has vomited (sorry Mr. Bus Driver, I didn't believe the Kindergartner when she said she didn't feel well) or injured themselves in some way (seriously, how many ice packs can one child use during the course of the year). So, with a little worry, I dialed the number to the school (while packing my bag in case I had to make a hasty exit).
The secretary answered and explained why they were calling. The conversation went a little something like...
Me: Hi, this is the Cubscout's and Kindergartner's mom, I just missed a call from the office.
Secretary: (with worry in her voice) Yes, yes, we were just calling to let you know the Cubscout was involved in an incident with another student today. He was punched hard in the stomach by a student with special needs.
Me: Oh dear.
Secretary: The principal wanted us to call and let you know that it will be dealt with on Tuesday.
Me: These things happen, thanks for calling to tell me.
Secretary: Thank you for understanding.
I'm pretty sure that secretary was expecting me to come unglued, and was really relieved when I didn't. But, how could I when I have made that same call in the past? The only part that really concerns me is that my Cubscout said, "It happens, I wasn't hurt and he really didn't have control of himself." That's talk from a future public servant...not a doctor.
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