Well, it happened. I got the first phone call from Andrew's teacher yesterday informing me that Andrew was hurt. Apparently, he fell while playing on the playground and bumped his head pretty hard. Ms. VanRees said he had a knot on his head and it was bleeding a little bit. She said Andrew was very upset and wasn't really calming down, so maybe a doctor should look at it. With Sam's lunch half-way heated in the microwave, I grabbed my keys and headed out the door. (I grabbed Sam too;) I might have been exceeded the speed limit on the way, but I was so anxious to see my Andrew. What if I had to take him to the doctor? How will I do that if he's still crying and Sam is with us too? Oh, and Sam's probably getting hungry seeing that I was preparing his lunch when I got the phone call. And nap time for Sam is in 30 minutes. He's gonna get cranky! Great, I'll have on cranky, whiny child and one who's crying for more legitimate reasons. I'm only one mommy. How am I going to do this? Red light. Come on, turn green already......turn GREEN!!! We made it to school (without a ticket) to find Andrew and his teacher waiting for us in the front office. A wave of calm came over me. Andrew had stopped crying, but his eyes remained were puffy and red. The knot on his head had gone down a bit and I couldn't even tell where the blood was. Whew!! No doctor needed. A little Tylenol and he's gonna make it. Needless to say, we made it home in time for Sam to have lunch and go down for a nap, giving mommy and Andrew a little quality time.
A day later and, aside from a little scab, Andrew is all better. In fact, as we pulled in to the school driveway this morning, Andrew said he wanted to go to the playground (he has never said this before). I guess all is forgotten and he is ready for another fun day at school!
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Poor little boo-boo head! I could just picture that event--the frustrations of the red light, worrying about your little boy, and hungry, cranky Sam in tow. So a day in the life of a mom. It's a tough freakin' job, isn't it?
I'm glad that a trip to the doc wasn't necessary and that Andrew is ok and anxious to get back out there and play.
Poor Andrew. Glad he was feeling better by the time you got there to pick him up. Unfortunately, it's probably the first of many bumps and bruises he'll get while out playing on the playground over the years...the joys of boys!
Ah yes, I can't remember your age Christa, but you were quite young - and climbing on bedroom furnitue...a fall...a cut over your eye that would not stop bleeding...I of course thought you would be blind in that eye for life!...a trip to the hospital emergency room...you lived...retained your sight...however still have a small scar over that eye! Oh the thrills of girls...OK so it does not rhyme as well as the joys of boys...but it is the same!
Have you ever realized that the wonderful man, Dr. James Dobson, wrote a book and has a DVD seminar for churches with the title of "Bringing Up Boys"...Ummm, interesting that they have not needed to produce a seminar on bringing up girls! Food for thought...
Ah the joys of frantic mothers. Dobson should write a book on dealing that.
Dealing with Frantic Mothers
by James Dobson
Chapter 1
Ignore her and hope she goes away.
Chapter 2
She didn't go away huh? Well, you are married after all, so just ignore her and assume she will stay.
Chapter 3
She got mad that you ignored her huh? Well, thats ok, I expected that. In that case pretend like you are listening to her, and mumble and nod to show you are listening. That should help.
Chapter 4
So she busted you for faking huh? Well, now you are in trouble from her, and now you have to really listen. Just agree to everything, tell her she is always right, and hold her and tell it it will be ok.
Chapter 5
So your buddies are ripping on you for being spineless wimp huh? Well you are, so deal with it or return to chapter 1.
Frantic Mothers and Fearless Fathers!! That's why God gave us both - all kids need both FMs and FFs. He made a great balance.
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