Moments ago, my son, the adventure wanderer fell from some stairs with his head banged onto the cold hard marble. He cried what seemed to be the longest, saddest, loudest in a while and as I hugged him in comfort, soothe the bump on the head, I replayed the scene in my head and knew that it could have been prevented if I had just been a little more watchful.
I haven’t been much of a cheery self lately and it would be such a lame excuse to pin the blame on ‘having too much on my mind’ for the accident that just happened. But of late his too-rapid growth spurt on being the fastest crawler in the household coupled with desire to always get on the floor and be on the move, knocking into things while cruising; and me needing to contain him when we’re out at cafes because he can’t sit still now that he knows there’s more to babyhood than sitting on mama’s lap or in a stationary pram while she sips her cuppa caffeine HAS BEEN TAD BIT MUCH TO HANDLE [mental note to self: an active, noisy & bubbly nature is always a good thing].
Unless we’re at kids-safe playgrounds/play gyms where it’s practically haven for the active crawler, which also happens to be the places I’ve been frequenting of late (another post on it, when time permits!).
But a baby is what I cried, pleaded, asked, seek, wrote on a wishing tree for, and striving to be the best mom I can be to this precious child together through the good, bad, trying, tough, moments was my solemn promise. So when I knew that an accident could have been prevented if I had just concentrated 200% on the kid instead of trying to multitask some me-time & fiddle with the evil-social-apps-on-the-phone which could obviously wait, I knew it was sign that I’m starting to take the life before me for granted. Which feels horrible because being granted the opportunity to watch my son grow for the past year has been a privilege.
So while I’ve been reminded countless times to put away the phone when with Liam (to which I say, ya-ya, will do), now’s definitely time to walk the talk and be the social app recluse when I am with my spirited little darling till he can walk and climb down stairs/ledges/steps properly without tumbling.
Granted boys will be boys and falls and bruises will be all part of growing up but not on my watch if I can prevent it. And really, I don’t want to be encouraging the little fella to do his “free-fall from baby gate which is attached on the stairs” stunt hoping someone will always be able to catch him in time. Too stressful to always be monitoring for unusual behaviour when I can use all that energy positively.