The Big Owie of 2008
I had to make a scrapbook page for the play ground crisis that occurred on 5.4.08. I know you'll just continue to get hurt, and I honestly think I'm going to live in a constant state of panic as a mother from now on.
Journaling reads:
We’ve been going to the playgrounds frequently since the weather has been so wonderful. You have really amazed me at how fearless you are climbing on monkey bars, taking on the big slides and swinging by yourself. I think I am one of those paranoid moms because I’m always right there cringing, throwing my hands up around you to hold on. “Mommy let go of me!” you always say.
This particular warm Sunday afternoon we walked to the little playground and played on the slide. It was so fun, going down on our bellies and climbing around on the equipment. We went to go swing and as usual, you said, “Higher Mommy.” In theory, my “higher” isn’t very high at all, you are after all only two and half, but something went really wrong. You just let go and flipped backwards out of the swing and belly flopped on the ground.
I have never been more terrified in my life. I rushed and cradled you up in my arms. I’m so thankful that little playground had the recycled tire chips in all the play areas, I’m sure it had a lot to do with your minimal injuries. We bent all your joints and I checked out every area I could and your cute little face is all that was hurt! On the way home you even asked through the tears, “Mommy can we come back later and play?”
You are one tough cookie little girl, much tougher than me, I still cry when I just think about this! You just tell people that you “beefed it” like its no big deal.
