Here on the frontier, There are falling leaves, Although my neighbors are all barbarions…And you? You are a thousand miles away. There are always two cups on my table.

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.

peace out.


Comments on: "By the time a man realizes that maybe his father was right, he usually has a son who thinks he’s wrong. Charles Wadsworth" (12)

  1. I HATEHATEHATE that song. Until now. You have totally put a new perspective on what I formerly referred to as the stalker song. I feel like I watch bad things play out, totally frozen and unable to react. If a baby falls into the pool I will watch, yell “ARHDKLAHNDH!!!” and point to said baby. Hot Joe, on the other hand, will somehow anticipate said baby is about to fall and will jump from 10 feet away, landing in the 12-foot-deep pool with arms above him, baby never hitting water.

    I married the right guy.

    • Kimmie the stalker antherm is “Every Step You Take” I’ll be watching you….creepy!
      Hot Joe sounds great!
      But I’m guessing you are alright yourself.

      I’d like to take this opportunity if you don’t mind Kim to say thank you to the Facebook lurker who is annoying my daughter. Cause her life just isn’t interesting enough.

  2. LOL… Well said. If our kids had any clue how often we save their butts… maybe I should go thank my mom. Haha:)

  3. GMom, if you need someone to bring down the house on a FB stalker, Kim is the gal to go to. I don’t believe Fiat girl – oh wait – I mean Passat girl is causing any more trouble in Kim’s ‘hood. Just saying.

    Yes to the stalking song – Every breath you take. Oh that Sting. So ahead of his time.

    Good stuff here, GMom. Per usual. On behalf of your kids and kids of your kids I’d like to say, “Thank you for doing such a great job. And, thank you for always having their ‘back’.”

    • I just may have to call in Kim on the Facebook person who has nothing better to do but look at pictures of my daughter.

      Thanks for the thanks and thanks to you too!
      Things quieting down in B’more.
      Lots of work to do.
      But we are on it.
      Be in touch.

  4. Great parenting post, good sir!
    Seriously, awesome.

  5. Sorry I called you “good sir”!
    I feel like a jerk!

  6. I was feeling pretty good about finally getting some recognition for my male tough attitude. Now you’re taking it away!!!!! Give it back!!!!!!! I’m telling!!!!

  7. Oh Gmom, your football analogy is so appropriate for this time of year, and for all times of parenting. Great post. I love how you describe the child as the quarterback.

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