My little gigs got stitches today. On his chin.
Eyewitness reported (Lucy) that Nicholas somersaulted in the air off Page's trampoline and hit the ground splitting his chin open around 12:43 pm today.
I was eating lunch.
I dropped my chips and ran to his side.
There he was gasping for air, and he held his hands out...to...me!
I was fully prepared for him to be wrapped in the arms of his more comfortable looking "mother"-Lucy, instead he came right to me.
My heart was filled with love and compassion.
I always worry he will chose her over me. Not in a spiteful way at all, rather in a natural kind of way. He remembers her, and the accident was not that far away. I am so grateful to Lucy, and love her so much. I could never ever ever be upset. But when he reached for me, I was overcome with the kind of love only a mother could possibly know.
I held him tight and I was crying right along with him.
But not sad crying- happy crying.
Happy his blood was stained on my shirt.
Happy he looked for me after his accident.
Happy he is mine.
Happy I am alive to love him and mug on him.
Happy to have promised him to go to the movie theater after his 5 stitches were put in.
And happy to give him a few suckers for being such a good boy
(actually he screamed like crazy in the dr's office).
Such simple moments in life are worth every second.
Have a good weekend.
Eyewitness reported (Lucy) that Nicholas somersaulted in the air off Page's trampoline and hit the ground splitting his chin open around 12:43 pm today.
I was eating lunch.
I dropped my chips and ran to his side.
There he was gasping for air, and he held his hands out...to...me!
I was fully prepared for him to be wrapped in the arms of his more comfortable looking "mother"-Lucy, instead he came right to me.
My heart was filled with love and compassion.
I always worry he will chose her over me. Not in a spiteful way at all, rather in a natural kind of way. He remembers her, and the accident was not that far away. I am so grateful to Lucy, and love her so much. I could never ever ever be upset. But when he reached for me, I was overcome with the kind of love only a mother could possibly know.
I held him tight and I was crying right along with him.
But not sad crying- happy crying.
Happy his blood was stained on my shirt.
Happy he looked for me after his accident.
Happy he is mine.
Happy I am alive to love him and mug on him.
Happy to have promised him to go to the movie theater after his 5 stitches were put in.
And happy to give him a few suckers for being such a good boy
(actually he screamed like crazy in the dr's office).
Such simple moments in life are worth every second.
Have a good weekend.
