Will I Survive?!
It has been established that my son did not receive my coordination, balance, or threshold for pain (or should I say – lack there of). He is extremely coordinated, balancing himself in situations where I would normally fall, and has in the last two days simply shook off any ounce of pain he may of felt from falling or dropping things on his head. Yet, I have had heart palpitations watching him, thrown out my back running to his aid when he doesn’t need it, and bruised my knees and shins from working my way into strange positions in order to watch him absolutely everywhere he may be found. How will I survive this?!
The thought has occurred to me to try and make him a pansy, but I think that would deny him his right to be free enough to not fear. This trial has brought about a new level of respect for Dave’s mom. Dave has always regaled me with stories of his crazy expeditions; be it burning matchbox car wheels under front porches or trying to discover the treasures that lay within the sewer systems of Omaha. And I have tried hard not to focus on the fact that Dave left home at 15 to become a professional street skater. Do you know what those kids do?! Its ridiculous … and enough to send any mother into an insane asylum. I suppose if Dave’s mom survived I might be able to also. I’m sure if I start to waver she may have some suggestions for me.
As for how I will deal with the current day to day … I will still run in to save him, but I’ll keep enough distance that he’ll just know I’m there if needed … I’ll start up my breathing techniques again to aid with the heart palpitations … and I’ll stock up on ice packs – enough for both Ben and my legs! But don’t expect me to run out and buy him some roller blades!
Oh boy do I know how you feel! As I told you (I think) Noah was walking at 8 months. I felt like I had mini heart attacks all day while following him around to “protect” him. lol
He used to be the same way- he would never cry; that took too much time from play. Sadly, he is now pretty much a whimp and cries too easily! John tells me I need to make him tougher so he can be a “real man.” Where do we draw the line with that? Does an 11-year-old boy have to be “trained” to act like a man? Or does that come naturally?
We are back from vacation. Do you and Ben wan to come over and swim? The pool is clean and chemically balanced!
Miss ya!
Today while mowing the backyard, I was envisioning a mini-ramp in the shade of the bamboo. What do ya think?
-Me