By the time a man realizes that maybe his father was right, he usually has a son who thinks he’s wrong. Charles Wadsworth
When China was a little bug, (my daughter not the country), her sleeve caught fire. We were lighting Hannukah candles when she reached over the burning flames. I slapped the burning sleeve out. Husband and I examined her burned sleeve and her arm amazed that the flames never touched her skin.
Something similar happened to Egg, (my second daughter not chicken fetus). We do a lot of candle lighting in our religion. She wanted to blow out the Sabbath candles when her hair caught on fire. My mother standing nearby and I brushed the fire out as fast as it started. Egg was fine.
She turned her 3-year-old self around and smiled at us wondering why we were patting her head. She never knew how close she came to setting herself on fire.
If you are a parent then you know what I’m talking about.
You’ve swept food out of little mouths before they choked. You’ve caught your child mid-fall in the playground and set them on their feet to run and play.
For older kids. We fill the gas tank when we know they are going out. We check the tires. Twice.
The 17-year-old boy that comes to pick up your 14-year-old daughter for a date!?
That boy never makes it in the house! You know what I’m saying?
We watch out for the foreseeable problems our children are headed toward and run interference.
Kids, they are like the quarterbacks running with the ball. They may not see their teammates (parents) behind them tackling the opposing players, but they are there.
Funny. If a touchdown is made they dance around like monkeys. If an opposing team member takes them down they are just as likely to look around at their own team(again,it’s us,parents) and say, “Where were you guys?”
It’s often a thankless job parenting. Until our kids have children of their own they may never understand why we do what we do.
“I’d catch a grenade for ya, put my hand on a blade for ya..”. Heard that song? It shouldn’t be a boyfriend singing to a girl.
It should be the parent’s anthem.
This is gmom.