Not My Fault

I never had to worry about receiving emails from Robby's teachers. His fear of disappointing others has always been enough to keep him in line. Timmy, on the other hand, is my little boundary pusher. He isn't bad, nor is he destructive. But he is curious and he does see things through an unusual lens. Ask him a question and you will get an honest answer. (We are working on filters but it is a process.) 

Where I didn't receive emails from Robby's teachers, I am in regular communication with Timmy's. The emails never reveal true misbehavior or punish worthy antics. Instead, she shares his peculiar reflections and the pathways of his self-driven explorations.

Where Robby was fearful of disappointing others, Timmy seems to embrace the opportunity to challenge the system whenever possible. Because of this, I receive many more emails with his name as the subject. A few days ago Timmy came running out to me after logging out of school. By the way he was approaching I could tell that it was serious. He sat down next to me on the couch, put his hand on my laptop and looked at me with concern in his eyes. 

"Momom. Before you check your email, I need to tell you something. It wasn't my fault." 

Then he stood up and walked down the hallway. When pressed for more details he simply responded, "Let's wait and see what the email says first. Just remember that it wasn't my fault." 

I have waited an email which never materialized. I can only assume that Timmy was simply hedging his bets. This kid is keeping me on my toes!