Yesterday afternoon I thought it would be a good idea to take a chair into the yard and work on my laptop while the kids played outside.
I finally found a spot in which the sun wasn’t too bright, and I could actually see the screen. What a great idea. I could do this all summer (well, at least until it gets too hot and the laptop slides off my knees from a sweat/sunscreen combination.)
I wasn’t happily seated for more than 4 minutes before Nicholas took a header off his riding toy.
And I was faced with a big decision…
…set my laptop down in the yard (that was very muddy from recent rain) so I could get there faster, or feel like the mom who loves her computer just as much as her child.
I went with the later.
When I got to him I thought of setting it on the driveway, but again couldn’t bring myself to do it. So I scooped him up in one arm and held on to the laptop with the other, really, really, really hoping I didn’t drop either of them. (That would have been hard to explain.)
I didn’t hesitate for a moment to sacrifice one of my favorite T-shirts from college. I thought to myself you are totally going to get blood on one of your favorite T-shirts. But I didn’t hesitate. So I guess the pecking order has become clear to me – child first (by a hair), laptop, and then favorite T-shirt. I kind of figure that a 15-year-old T-shirt with blood on it just has more character. At least that is what I will tell myself when I continue to wear said shirt. (Small amount of blood – I have been smeared worse with old-lady lipstick.)
He looks a little bruised and scabby on his chin, but no skin loss. It didn’t gush blood or anything, just oozed for two hours or so. I think he should heal up fine. (I thought of posting my first blog photo of the poor boy’s chin, but he is at school right now and I am seizing the moment.)
And obviously, if he was really hurt I would have thrown the laptop down and used it for traction to get to him.
(Edited on the evening of 4/2/9)
I almost forgot the sweetest part. Nicholas was sitting on the bench in our bathroom and I needed to go on an ointment hunt and knew that he would panic if I left him. I asked Maggie to sit with him while I ran upstairs.
When I came back down, Maggie was singing him the lullaby that she learned a long time ago at music class. I still sing it to them occasionally. She sang it perfectly and with so much love. I almost broke into tears at how lovely the whole thing was.