The Harrowing/Heartwarming Parent Moment of the Week
While someone did decide that it was far too much effort to poke the poopy tp into the toilet and instead flung it all about the bathroom floor with wild abandon…there was a far more harrowing moment this week that takes the prize.
I have kept Sweet Boy#3 off Grammy’s balcony longer than the other boys. He’s my youngest and the balcony is terribly fun but scary. There is a railing but they could squeeze through. But I finally allowed him up, with rules. No running, jumping, bouncing, wrestling… He was doing well, but with 6 kids including the cousins it gets crowded and I still fret concerned that one of them will plunge to their doom. Sweet Boy#3 stood up on Grammy’s guest bed, I started to yell at him, he slipped and caught himself on the railing with both hands, I stood to run over, he swung through the bars and out over empty space, he held on, I stood beneath him instructing him sternly to come down trying to keep my voice calm enough so that he wasn’t inflicted with permanent psychological damage from a fear induced screaming fit. But even if my voice was calm my heart was going like crazy. Perhaps the balcony must wait just a bit longer, or be burdened with a greater quantity of rules. It amazes me how wildly fun and deadly life manages to be and all at the same time. Harrowing indeed.