Most afternoons, when I pick up Robbie, there is a blue paper for me to sign.  An incident report.  For a child he has pushed, hit with a truck, or, well, you get the picture.  And every day, my face falls a little and Robbie asks me if I’m sad.  All I can do is sigh and say, “Yes, Mommy’s sad.”

Today, I approached the playground expecting a blue sheet.  Instead, his teacher came over with a big smile on her face and Robbie sprinted across the playground toward me, throwing himself at my knees in a huge hug.  Nervous, I asked how the day had gone.

“He was perfect today.  Robbie said he wanted to make you smile today.”

With tears in my eyes, I reached down to pick up my sweet little boy.  He gave me a hug and a kiss and asked, “You happy today, Mommy?”

Yes, Robbie.  So incredibly happy and so full of love for the wonderful, sensitive little boy you are.