I am a lousy mom, example #4,872

I think I broke my baby. Yesterday was Hubby's company picnic, and Lil Joe was loving the moon bounce. "Mama, come in!" he called. So I joined him. "Mama, I jumpin'! You jump! Mama I fall! You fall!" And we jumped, and we flopped on the ground, and we got back up and jumped some more, fell some more. Over and over and over. "You wanna bounce some more?" I asked Lil Joe and the other children in the moon bounce. "YEAH!" they shouted. So I jumped high and they all bounced high in return. But when Lil Joe landed, his foot slipped in the indentation, and turned a little. And he cried and cried. I grabbed him up, and cradled him in the corner, and tried to make out whether he was hurting or just scared. And he cried some more. I looked at his foot and ankle, and poked and prodded and squeezed. Nothing looked out of the ordinary, and he did not react to being touched as I progressed from instep, to sole, to heel, to ankle. He held his foot out to be kissed, as he has done so many times before, but instead of returning to playing, he curled his face into my chest and cried some more. We exited the bounce and went inside to eat. He sat in his chair as I brought him some ice-cream and a sippy cup of milk. He ate and he drank and was merry. And then we stood up. And he took two steps and lifted his foot, crying out. So I carried and cuddled him as we gathered our things at the end of the picnic. He fell asleep in the car and I tucked him into bed. He did not want to wake up this morning, so very early, so Hubby carried him to the car. "Do you want to walk?" Hubby asked our little man, who is usually so insistent on being self-propelled. "No," he said sadly, "You carry." I broke my baby boy.


Blogger Pass The Torch said...

Bummer! You know the old adage , "It's only fun, till..."

Nope I'm not gonna say it.

Sometimes bumps and bruises are the price we pay for fun. I say "stockpile the bandaids!"

And this post illustrates to me how you are NOT a lousy mother.

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    Hubby- aka DH My husband since 1995. He is the head of the band department at a college prep school, and dabbles as a wanna-be pop star.

    The Princess- aka DD. Third grader at the local parochial school. Loves butterlies, sparkly things, the color purple and has recently developed a crush on one of the twins from "The Suite Life of Zach and Cody". Is ready for her teenage years, having already perfected her exasperated sigh and dramatic eye-roll.

    Hoss- aka DS1. Kindergartener and resident spirited child. His aunt likes to call him "the evil genius" because of his penchant for letting a lack of intellectual stimulation lead him into mischief. Likes trucks, sports, building things and burping. His current favorite word is "underwear."

    Lil Joe- aka DS2. Born in 2003. Doesn't say much we can understand, but has mastered the important stuff ("eat!", "Wash hands!", "Want chocolate ones!", "Hockey game!") Likes to push buttons, much to the consternation of whoever is trying to watch a DVD. Firmly refuses to use the potty, despite evidence that he is physically ready to be out of diapers, indicating a level of stubborn that eclipses even that of his parents and siblings.

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