My Awesome Girl

I got a phone call from Ella's school today.  The lady told me that another kid had thrown-up on the floor and Ella slipped in it.  She fell on her back in the puke and then hit her head on the floor.  They asked me to bring her some new clothes.  I said I would and just take her home with me when I got there since she only had 2 hours left anyway.  I wondered why they were asking for fresh clothes, since they have you provide those at the beginning of the school year for cases such as these.  I grabbed some anyway and headed out the door.

When I got there she was sitting in the office with her teacher's assistant Ms. Amanda.  Ms. Amanda said she knew I was bringing some clothes but she went ahead and changed her anyway since she wouldn't want her baby to be sitting in that.  I thanked for that, because I didn't either. 

Ella was holding an ice pack on her head and had been crying.  She did just what I would have done, as soon as she saw her mom she started crying all over again.  There was always something about my mom being present or asking if I was okay.  All my emotions would come pouring out of me with her.  Ella must be the same way.  

I hugged her and asked her if she was okay.  I checked her head, just a small goose egg was showing.  I then asked her if she just wanted to come home now or stay and go back to class.  "Go back to class" she said.  I asked "really? Are you sure?"  "yeah". She went back to class and I  said I'd see her after school.  

My brave good girl.  What in the world did I do right to deserve being her mom?  I ask myself that question all the time.