As a mom, I often have moments when I worry about being judged by other adults. I'm not afraid to admit this. I'm not perfect and sometimes I make decisions based on the best information I have at the time.

This morning my son Tommy complained about a bad pain in his side shortly after waking up. I asked the usual battery of questions, sat him down to breakfast, and watched him scarf down two waffles and a bowl of Fruit Loops. He had no fever, looked OK, but was adamant he could not go to school.

When I suggested a trip to the doctor to check it all out his story changed a bit. Minutes later he was telling my husband about an "incident" that took place at school yesterday. I'm not sure if the story is entirely true, but honestly, I have no way of knowing without consulting his teacher (who, at the end of the day, might not know anything about said incident anyway).

So I sent him off to school, belly pain and all. As I watched him get on the bus I thought, "If he throws up at school he'll definitely tell the nurse he told me he had a belly ache."

And that's when I fear they'll judge me. The school nurse and I have become pretty friendly this year (my son is known as repeat visitor). But usually when she calls it's to just let me know what's going on and I haven't a clue. If she calls today, however, I'll have to suck it up and admit I may have made the wrong decision.

For now I'll just sit at my desk and continue working, waiting...Don't you wish there was a way to determine truth from a kids' reality? Life would be so much easier! Oh crap, there's my cell phone.