Don't. Stop. No. Waaaaaahhhhh!
Before I became a parent I knew it was a challenging job. I have been around enough of my girlfriends and their children to be clear about that. However, I just don't think anyone can be completely prepared for it. I know all about the terrible twos, tantrums, and random flying objects flying in the car from the backseat.
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.
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.
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It is so very difficult to hold back and let that little boy climb that tree (aah..."he's goina fall, he's goina break a leg")but if we don't let them spread their wings, their wings will atrophy.
I am so glad it wasn't worse; poor little guy. I'll bet he won't do that it again though!
On another note, you were in front of me at SITS, I got so excited about it! It was as if I was standing near a celebrity!
is alright!
so Renee.
you and me.
Starbucks.
4pm.
See ya there!!!!!!!!
After years of bumps, your tears will stop. You will assess the situation and if it is not too bloody you will laugh. Like when they run straight into the wall. That always cracks me up.
You are such a wonderful mom. Don't ever doubt that. If all else fails fit him with a helmet and wrap him in bubble wrap! ; ) That's what I always say I'm going to do!
boys will run into things. that's just how it is... be strong mama!!
When this first use to happen I would freak out but I am slowly starting to realize that toddlers have tumbles and you just have to roll with it.
Good luck, this is when you start to grow the eyes on the back of your head.
At the end of a 10-15 minute ordeal, an ice cold can of soda was applied, the bleeding stopped and as you can see she is alive and well today... lip in tact =)
this isn't very reassuring, is it?
Give him a kiss
You're concerns show that you're going to do fine.
When my 16 year old son says "Can you stop being a mom for just 5 minutes?!" I respond "No, you'll always be my son."
I will be back!
i commend you and other parents for just doing it all.
he's gone be just fine. :-D
I understand where you are coming from Renee in that I too needed to adjust my vocab with my last two children (age 2 and 1). You would think they are twins, and the things that they are always into makes me crazy sometimes. But the best part about being a mom is... well, having a 7 year old who likes to play mommy, LOL.
Kiss the baby and treat yourself to a mani/pedi... you deserve it!