I could protect him from all the other kids. I know how cruel kids can be, and I also know how sensitive he is. Today he fell and slipped in the mud. He fought back tears as the other kids laughed at him. I went to his school with clean shorts and socks, and the minute he saw me walk in the door, he burst into tears. I remember those days. I remember how hard it was to be forced to share space for 6 plus hours a day with those less than pleasant, and just down right mean other students. I know this will not be the last time something like this happens, but I promise to be there to scoop him up and share my stories (and there are a whole lot of them) of my most embarrassing moments. I love him more than anything, and when he hurts, I hurt, and I hope he knows I will ALWAYS be there for him no matter what.