Today was beyond draining. Angus took a fall on a piece of play equipment at the park and was very lucky not to have broken his sweet little nose. One of those innocuous moments that seem to happen in slow motion. As always, in plain sight of where I stood. The hysterical scream was enough for me. I knew it must have been bad. Blood pouring, button nose swelling, sweaty body involuntarily shaking every few seconds. SO scary for this doting Mama. Our play date with friends abruptly ended there. Everyone decidedly rattled and worse for wear.
We spent the afternoon camped out quietly on the lounge. Fruit juice, a banana paddle pop and plenty of Tv show favourites, along with a customary ice pack, all in an attempt to alleviate the suffering. And they worked, as he ever so gradually became his cheeky self again. Incidents like these unnerve me. They heighten my already wild imagination and rock the delicate confidence levels. Sometimes I'd like to be able to wrap all of my boys in cotton wool. Keep them safe and close and happy, always. Then I see how their eyes sparkle and their smiles widen when they're free, running amok, experiencing life, for all of it's ups and downs. I am aware of my place, never more so than on days like this one. Be there to pick them up when they stumble, wipe their blood and tears as they're spilt and love them with unconditional tenderness. For now, it is all they need.
More holiday happy snaps - Queensland 2012