What I didn't know was that my vocabulary would become limited to three words. Don't, stop, and no. If I am slow using them inevitably I will hear "waaaaaaahhhh!"
Last weekend Mekhi was playing by running between two rooms, Daddy was in one and Mommy in the other. He got hold of Daddy's knit cap and liked running with it on his head. The cap slipped covering his eyes and he still ran. Imagine it - a blinded toddler running between two rooms on gangly legs.
When I first caught sight of him falling five feet from my desk I knew this was a recipe for disaster. Using my three words and rising from my chair to intercept him I saw flashes of his possible future as a running back. In a blink of the eye he ran full speed ahead and whacked his head into the side of my desk. WAAAAAAHHHH! Rang out.
In the ten seconds it took to reach the refrigerator, his head had a lump that could rival Mount Everest and I was crying. His cries lasted all of one minute. He seemed okay but my poor parenting skills were evident for the world to see. I hoped that protective services would not be called in.
Matters weren't helped when my husband saw the shiner and proceeded to chuckle. As tears continued to flow down my face I handed Mekhi to my husband and called my mother. To tell her about the incident but also to complain about my husband's reaction.
She encouraged me to calm down and said Al's reaction came from being the oldest of 6 siblings with two younger brothers. And added - this is the first of many bruises.
I calmed down and realized the inevitable. Although I will continue my litany of "Don't, stop, and no," I understand this won't always be effective and accidents will happen. No matter how hard I try, I can't control everything.
Armed with this knowledge I anticipate more adventures in parenting.