My class passes theirs in the hallway, we smile at eachother from across the multipurpose room during Chapel, and I can even grab a quick hug in the cafeteria at lunch.
Yesterday morning when I saw him, my stomach dropped a little. I maybe wouldn't have noticed except that that morning he had looked so cute in his little suspenders that I had taken a picture, and it was still fresh in my mind.
When I saw him he was in other pants, no suspenders.
I worried until noon, when I saw his teacher in the cafeteria. It turns out he slid down a wet slide on the playground earlier and soaked his backside.
My mind is always going to go to seizure. This is one time I was relieved to be an over-worrying mom.
Three weeks down, seizure count = 0.