Yes, I know Halloween is coming, but it’s not that kind of fright I’m talking about.
Although if you are searching for some information for your oompa loompa costume, may I direct you to this blog post that becomes very popular this time of year?
No, the fright I’m talking about is the one only a fellow parent can relate to … one that leaves you panic-stricken, white-faced and sick to your stomach with worry.
Last week, my little one took a tumble-down our flight of stairs. The rest of us have all tripped down them at some point or another, but this was the first time he’s ever done it which is surprising given how young he is and how steep the staircase is. My oldest son saw it happening, but couldn’t get to him quick enough. We all raced to the bottom of the stairs where he was visibly shaken, but otherwise okay. It was a case of him trying to carry too many items down the stairs while playing a game on his iTouch.
Another fright he gave us all was basically a temper tantrum at the dining room table. Upset that he had to stop playing to eat, he pushed his chair away from the table with so much force that the chair went back, child and all. The chair broke, but my baby was fine although he needed lots of consoling.
And, then there was the small issue of a giant pooch that wanted to take a bite out of his little chicken leg, but we won’t go there. *wink*
Is your heart in your stomach yet?
Mine has been for about two weeks. You see, it seemed the very minute my little man turned fouryears old, off he went and became some daredevil performing earth defying, terrifying stunts … just to evoke said frightened look on his mummy.
You would think that with him being my third son, I would have been more than prepared for this “developmental” stage … bubble wrap and plasters at the ready … but for some reason I kinda forgot.
Or, more like I blocked those memories of parenting from the deepest, darkest corners of my mind.
*sigh*
Tags: children, development, life, parenting, Thoughts
Eek, now my heart is in my stomach… thanks! Glad he’s ok, I will let you know if I see any sales on bubble wrap.
I can understand. I had a scare when my son bit into his lip for the first time. He had fallen on something.
There was a lot of blood. It is a hard balance to ind between protecting our children and giving them room to grow up. I am learning that now, and I only have one 16 month old son.
mmmm or maybe you were thinking ‘It can’t possibly happen to me again…can it?’ ‘Surely ONE of my boys won’t do that to me?’
Nope, sorry ma’am, they’re all the same.
Big hugs for the years to come, I’ll be here to read x
at least he was trying to multi task!!
My heart is always in my mouth, my boys have no fear at all
So glad he’s doing ok. I found that MJ also went through this daredevil stage at 4 too, it’s like they are trying so hard to be as big and important as the older kids.