school days

Last week, Brett finally had his first day of school!  (He was dead set on wearing his Packer's shirt and cap!)  It was a day that he and his mom were both looking forward to.  Brett was looking forward to it right up until the bus pulled up to the house.  I was missing him before I got back to the kitchen to refill my coffee cup.

And on the second day of school, Brett got his first phone call home.  It was not a good one.  The Momma Bear in me wants to come to his defense, and say, "You just have to understand Brett, and how he operates!"  And I did...as gracefully as possible.  I want to protect him, and yet I have to let him experience a world that does not always understand him.  There must be a balance between making excuses for him and having unrealistic expectations.

I just hope this week goes better.