Mama Bear

We went to Chick fil A for dinner one night and I let the boys play while we waited for our food. When the food came I went to get them and as I got closer I saw Nolan walking down the playplace stairs with his glasses in his hand. Just as I was about to ask him (with probably a bit too much 'tone') why he took his glasses off I saw his face and could tell he was upset. I could tell he was on the verge of tears but somehow held them back as he told me that a kid had ripped his glasses right off of his face. Oooooh I could feel mama bear coming out. It was kind of the first time that someone had been mean to him (and particularly targeted his glasses) and I didn't like it one bit. BUT I was so incredibly proud of him that he didn't scream and break down, he just calmly came and got me and told me what happened. As much as I wish I could shield him from every mean person and hard trial in his life, I know I can't, and I know tough experiences will only make him stronger. But it doesn't make it any easier as his mom.

He's just so sweet and good and innocent. Can't things just stay this way forever?