I fell down the stairs this morning while carrying my son wrapped in his blanket, because he was very cold. I tripped on the blanket though when it got caught under my toes. I made sure I bore the brunt of the fall so Mathieu wasn't hurt too much. My right ankle twisted and my left knee slammed into the floor and swelled up.

My mom actually was concerned about how I was, something that hasn't happened in a while. She helped get my son ready for school and she even called to check on me at lunch.

The school psychologist called me  in the afternoon (omg I have been answering the phone when I see it is his school- have talked with the psychologist a few times, his teacher and the school nurse). She said my son had a rough day in school. He went to the nurse for ice for his head which he said hurt from the fall, and he cried because he was worried about me. So the psychologist took him at snack time and he ate his snack with her and made a card for me.

If ever there was a way to make my day... the card made all the bad stuff seem insignificant, and I was filled with so much love, pride and happiness. He explained the whole card to me, with the pictures on the front and back of the card. I thought I would share the front of the card here because it is very special to me.

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