Lesson For Mom

I have learned a new lesson as a mother today. I admit I am not a perfect mom. Others may pride themselves on watching their children like hawks and, therefore, their children never get hurt. I feel guilty when women brag like that because I'm not one of them. I am not a high anxiety mother and I think one day when my sons are adults they will be grateful for that. I am more layed-back and easy-going than some and it certainly shows in the posts I have written in the past. Most of them are filled with mishaps probably because of my lack of attention or foresight. I am getting more ideas on how to organize my home in order to prevent a lot of things from happening only because I am lazy and don't wish to walk around the house all day following my sons throughout their activities. I do spend my share of time with them, but I also believe in letting them have their own play in order to develop their imaginations and learn a certain amount of independence. I also need my own space or I'll be having nervous breakdowns on a daily basis. When I need time to myself, there is a lockdown. Gates are put up, doors are locked, and sharp objects are put up high. Well, today I decided to start organizing the basement where we have homeschool. I bought nets to put all the stuffed animals in and put a chair right underneath one of them so that Caleb could stand on it in order to throw them in the net. I know what you are thinking right now. Duh! As I am putting old papers in the trash, I hear a crash. I turn to look, but the bookshelf is in the way and all I see are Caleb's legs laying on the floor. Now, most women would get off their behinds and rush to their child's side to comfort them. His crying seemed normal to me so I told him to come to me. As he pulled his hand away from his head, he noticed the blood on his fingers and his crying became hysterical. I told him to calm down, otherwise I would join him in the screaming. We went to the bathroom to inspect the damage. Seeing that he didn't need stitches, I put a cold washcloth on his head and put in a movie for him. Besides, I felt guilty for being a deadbeat mom. So, I have definitely learned a lesson as a mother. I wonder how many I will have to learn before I die.