Today was a great day. We went to a friends house. I chatted. . .the boys played with Nerf Guns, the girls played babies and drove the boys crazy. The house was full of laughter and tears. Exactly how it should be when there are seven children in a confined space. Then it happened. He went outside to ride bikes, and not five minutes later, I heard, "Justin fell off the bike!"
Now I've been a mom for a while, and this kind of thing happens. I didn't run, screaming, out the door, I simply walked outside.
When I got outside, I saw Justin, sitting on the sidewalk, bloody knees, and tears streaming down is 8 1/2 year old little face. "I'm bleeding!" I helped him up, gave him a hug, and asked him if he was OK. "But I'm bleeding!"
We came in, I washed up his legs, chatted a few minues, and gave him a cupcake. Nothing a little sugar can't fix, right?!
When we got home that night, I realized that both of his knees were a bit swollen. He took a bath, Dave cleaned his knees, and he put on some cozy PJ's. After that I grabbed a bag of ice, and a blanket, and set him up on the recliner.
He sat there, wounded, happy, and watching a cartoon. I sat on the couch, heart-broken, sad, and watching him. Heart broken that the day has finally come, where is owies are too big to be kissed and made better, sad because as I watch him, I know that my days with him are numbered, and there will come a time in his life where a bag of ice and his favorite blanket won't heal his wounds, and watching because at 8 1/2 years old, he's still my baby boy.
But for now,
He still needs me.
He still loves me.
A hug still makes his tears go away.
A blanket gives him comfort.
And he laughs out loud to cartoons.
I love that little boy.
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