so whenever, i'm talking every.single.time.my.[cell].phone.rings.at.work, there's a little panic in my heart that it's my bff peggy [Z's vp] calling not to share her new fab recipe, but to tell me Z's in trouble. again.
but it happened.
the day of redemption.
my phone rang.
my heart skipped a bit.
& by now, i'm pretty sure girlfriend knows i know what's about to be said, so she starts out with "Z's ok, he's not hurt, but i would like to talk to about something that happened today".
[actually is more of - now wtf? but whatever....]
the boys were playing a game during recess which involved kicking a ball, but you know how things get out of hand [& here's where Z kicks some kid's a** - usually].
but IT DIDN'T.
Z used his words.
& he didn't kick, punch or bite anyone either!
nor did he piss on any walls.
[at least not that we're aware of]
so, the kicking got out of control & a gaggle of boys got to visit bff peggy. Z was the only one that didn't get in trouble; he blocked kicks to defend himself & did not kick anyone back.
peggy called to let us know how proud she was of Z; that he was growing up & making better choices & she wanted us to be aware of it.
yes, you read that right.
9 years, 5 months, 3 days is all it took.