Wednesday, October 24, 2007

bump and slide

So we are determined to start watching Game 1 of the World Series as soon as possible (I always laugh at the "world" part of this baseball series but whatever America) and as such I'm heading out to pick up a pizza and J is taking M to run around the block so we can possibly maybe watch some of it in peace.

I head out the door and over to the pizza place and order one of those kinds that you cook at home so it's quick. I head outside because the waiting area was crowded and after a few minutes walk back in. As I enter the woman behind the counter walks around to me and touches my arm.

Honey, are you Jen?
I am dumbfounded but I nod.
You need to call home sweetie. Use my phone. She's okay, just go ahead and call home.
A brief moment of confusion and terror ensues.

So I call home and J tells me M took a major fall the minute I pulled out of the drive, one of those flat out pavement falls with gravel in the skin hysterics. And we need some really big band aids. I can hear the screaming in the background. Shit.

So as I hang up the phone the woman is standing close smiling the smile of a long time mother, one who knows the ropes. She pats me on the shoulder and hands me the pizza. I walk around the counter back to the waiting area and a dude says it's beer right? you forgot to pick up some beer. dude.

Since J's voice sounded fine I wasn't too worried but I ran and got some band aids and a teeny weeny i just got hurt and need a treat present that caught my eye on the way out. I head home to a still wailing child and somber looking man on the front lawn. You know, waiting. And I resisted the urge to utter I was gone five minutes people because I am cool like that.

She throws herself in my arms sobbing so I bring her into the kitchen to examine the damage. It's obvious she really fell hard but J had already done the hard work of cleaning and degraveling and medicining so we put on the band aids and she even coughed up a half smile at the surprise present.

We lay down on the bed together and she recounts the fall over and over until she's got it out of her system. And then she turns her wee precious body to me and says hold me tight momma and so I do. After a minute she leans up and says I love my family momma.

And my heart slides right in two. I love my family too, baby. I love my family too.

And the woman at the pizza place was really very kind too. Thank you, too.

47 comments:

flutter said...

glad everyone is ok....

Family Adventure said...

But that horrible moment of panic. That's what would have had my heart pumping doubletime. And that's why I might have uttered what you DID NOT say. Very restrained of you. Poor J, he must have felt horrible, too.

And I am sure little M will be fine in no time. That's the thing about scrapes. They heal quickly!

- Heidi

hel said...

Oi, could you be my sister and my mother and mentor and friend and hero all in one go?

Ruth Dynamite said...

So scary for all of you. The air gets sucked right out of you in that split second before you know what's what.
Hugs and treats make it better every time.

Julie Pippert said...

That moment! I'm glad she's fine, and you are cool for swallowing those words (I don't always manage to do so).

Can I say I'm LOL at J just a little?

The dads do tend to panic and call. My friends and I were having a bit of a laugh about this when out together one night, and one dad called three times, with like little news reports, sort of a seeming "guilt induction passive make you want to come home" thing LOL.

Julie
Using My Words

Beck said...

Oh, that moment of utter terror is AWFUL, isn't it? My worst was the phonecall home from the school, starting with the secretary saying "now, don't panic...."

Kellan said...

Okay Jen - as difficult as it is for me to get over here (what's up with my stupid computer???)- I will do my very best to keep coming - cuz I just love your writing. This was so funny and so sweet and so well written - I loved this story (the beer was funny)! I hope the baby is okay and I will see you soon. See ya.

Pgoodness said...

Glad she's ok - that moment of panic is the worst feeling ever. My imagination is always way worse than reality. And the I love my family - priceless.

I have to say, though, that is totally how it works in our house - we never even utter such words like "when they go to bed, we'll..." or "at least they'll be in bed early.." LOL or something goes horribly wrong. Parenting Murphy's Law.

And the lady at the pizza place? Too sweet.

Tabba said...

glad she is OK.

and that woman who was there, what a peach.

as are you.

Magpie said...

I'm glad she's okay. And you too.

That was beautifully written. I nearly burst into tears. And the pizza lady? Lovely.

Oh, The Joys said...

You are her safe place.

Kyla said...

Poor sweet girl. That phone call would have had my heart in my throat.

KayTar holds me tight sometimes and says, "Bueful family, MomMom." Melts me in an instant.

Karen Forest said...

My eyes just filled up with tears and I found myself whispering into the empty room, "I love my family, too".

Hetha said...

The end of this post brought tears to my eyes as well. I'm such a softie. And I love that you got her a little surprise, sweet momma that you are.

Gill said...

This post really sums up what it means to be a mom - fear, concern, joy and love by the bucketful!

painted maypole said...

it's so wonderful when you can make it better, isn't it?

Z said...

Lovely pizza place woman - and good move by J in telling her M was okay.

Reminds me of times when the police have had occasion to call and their first words are 'It's all right, no-one's hurt and there's no problem'.

Redneck Mommy said...

Aw, how I wish my kids were that age once again.

Now when they fall and scuff themselves up, they curse (wonder where they learned that trick), brush themselves off and proceed to try and kill themselves once again, while I stand there wringing my hands and hoping they don't succeed.

I miss kissing the booboos.

Mad Hatter said...

Oh, poor lamb.

You know, MadDad and I had a bit of a blow-out--ok, I had the blow out and MadDad remained his beautiful, infuriatingly calm self--a week or so ago about this stuff. You see, Miss M bonks her head A LOT and almost always it happens on his watch. It's as if he lives his life blissfully unaware of toddler heads and table corners or cracks in sidewalks. When she does bonk her head ONLY I WILL DO to soothe. I makes me mental and when I blew up at him I said so. 'Cause I am selfish and have a big mouth. Truth be told, though, she is better with him: more daring, more fun-loving, more bold. All that soothing and those band-aids are such a small price to pay for her increasing physical self-confidence. Sure wish that lesson would sink home permanently in my thick skull.

Her Grace said...

Thank goodness she had the wisdom to put in that "She's ok." I'm glad she's alright, it's so so hard when they get hurt.

Mad Hatter's comment made me smile. My husband's the same way -- less nuture, more go-ahead-and-do-it-yourself. They are more physically confident with him.

kgirl said...

This is exactly how things happen at our house - Bee gets hurt (ahem) on her dad's watch, mama fixes it, we all cuddle on the couch and Bee recounts the incident for hours afterwards. But the best part of course is that she wants us both so close aferwards, and yes, it makes me realize just how important our family is to her.

Sober Briquette said...

Whew. Speed dial is not quick enough for those moments.

So you guys probably didn't mind that the game was a blow-out - you'd had your excitement for the night.

Janet said...

Thank goodness the woman at the pizza place had enough sense to temper the call with her motherly wisdom. My heart would be in my throat, were I you in that situation.

Glad she's okay.

ms chica said...

Sometimes only a mama will do. Bumps and scrapes are standard scars of childhood, but they don't compare to your heart stopping because you're not in the moment protecting them.

The Chick said...

Nearly every time Little Boy has gotten even the slightest bit hurt, it has happened right in front of me. It doesn't make you feel any better to be there watching it.

KC said...

A good family can make pain more bearable.

I, too, say "I love my family" out loud. Often.

jennifer said...

That moment when you hear the scream your whole belly just drops right out. That's the worst moment of all.

mitzh said...

Oh, that was wonderful..
Just wonderful and so precious.

Jen M. said...

I'm glad she's okay - and that woman was so kind to assure you beforehand. I would have panicked if I hadn't heard the "she's okay" part.

Jenn said...

Families.

Love.

Sigh.

meno said...

Digging the gravel out is the worst part, it hurts even more than the original fall.

Ally said...

"hold me tight mama"
"I love my family momma"

How did you get so lucky? This is just sweet.

Glad she's okay.

thailandchani said...

Acht! Geez! Glad she's okay.

Denguy said...

Oh, "World Series", "Super Bowl", man, USA needs to get over themselves a bit on this.

So, does this mean that you didn't forget the beer?

Seattle Mamacita said...

loved hearing M's words..

Aliki2006 said...

Beautiful.

My heart would have completely dropped when the pizza lady asked if you were Jen, and told you to call home. Ugh.

Mrs. Chicky said...

Oh, sweet baby. Booboos are no fun.

But World Series are loads of fun when your team wins the first game by an embarrassing amount.

crazymumma said...

oh baby. heal up good. Those gravel falls are naaasty.

Christine said...

i so HATE those kinds of phone calls.

i'm glad she is ok.

what a precious little girlie.

The Expatriate Chef said...

Must get the sweetness from you.

I held my little one and rubbed her back til she fell asleep, heaving a big sigh of comfort and then nodding to sleep. Such peace.

slackermommy said...

Mommies always make boo boos better.

What a great way to end a day.

Lawyer Mama said...

Oh, that moment of panic. My heart stopped for you.

Your little M is such a sweet, sweet girl.

Anjali said...

Oh, what a poor, dear sweetie.

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carrie said...

That is the worst feeling ever.

I am so glad that all was well.

Susanne said...

Phew. It's always more weird if one isn't there, isn't it? Like last weekend when I met my husband in the bathroom and he said, "Our son just puked all over the rug in my room." I didn't notice a thing until everything was cleaned up and the child was feeling better again.

Which also shows how fortunate we are that our men are great dads.

Amy York said...

Ouch! Poor M...
Thank goodness Daddy was there to help and you were not far...
I love that you guys love your family :) We say things like that in my house all the time...