My husband takes my oldest son fishing and I thought it would be a good time to take the other two kids to my friends so they can play and her and I can chat..Now as any mom knows, it can be very exhausting to get your kids to listen to what you have to say, at least until you have another adult to have an actual conversation with. Then they are all ears and you spend much of your "relax" time, telling them to "go play". They do, but with 4 kids there between the two of us, they each take a turn coming to eavesdrop and eventually you grown up conversation becomes a test to see how well you can follow a story that is constantly interrupted by the howls of the dreaded phrase, "I'm bored". So, her and I give all kinds of suggestions for what game they should play and just when we finally think we have them occupied, I hear from about twenty feet above me, my youngest son's voice floating out from a huge tree. "Mom, I'm stuck and the branch is broke!" My son Dominick, has always been a climber. Not just the easy trees either. He's like a monkey. So, over to the tree I go, only to see that he isn't exaggerating. I automatically look to see if there is an easy escape for him. I come up empty. My friends husband has to bring his ladder out of the garage and set it up as close as he can get to Dominick and before he can finish explaining how he will need to back himself down, my son grips the branch and flings his body toward him. Swinging like an ape in the jungle, he shows no fear and simply lands on Jim's back. Safely on the ground, he says "Thanks, Jim" and trots off as if nothing happened. I guess I can only be thankful that we don't live near any of those huge red trees from California!
After picking up the boys from fishing, we get home and have a late supper. The kids go out to play, trying to suck every bit of sunlight out of the day that they can, and just as I sit down to relax, I hear what sounds like my daughter screaming bloody murder. Anyone who knows my daughter, knows she has a flair for the dramatic, but I go outside anyways. About a half block down, there she is. Sitting in the middle of the road, holding her knee up by her chest. She screams that she's bleeding and cannot walk to the house. I get into the car and drive to pick her up only to see a normal kid scrape. I cannot stop the eyes from rolling into my head and the huge breath that escapes my mouth. I get her into the car and then into the house. I take her into the bathroom and after a few intense minutes of cleaning the wound, and putting on the ever so important bandages, the crying stops and all is well. Now she is limping and although I know she is perfectly alright, I give her a extra kiss and squeeze her a little harder before bed. I know that even though my days are crazy and hectic, an extra kiss and hug and a few soft words is really all she needed.Its funny to see the difference between the two kids when they have their "emergencies". I love being a mom!
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