Levee breech

I didn't realize how much I was teetering on the brink of my emotional levee until I drove past a group of kids today on the way to the gym and witnessed something that brought out the MOM in me, the MOM I didn't know but hoped existed. 

And then I parked my car outside of my gym and sent a message to Twitter and cried. 

I saw some boys hitting another boy.  These were young kids, like, pre-pubescent.  (Horrible word, I know. Right up there with Clitoris and Vulva.)  I was at a red light just beyond where they had shed their backpacks and circled some little kid who was backing away, supposedly, in fear.  I almost got out of my car but I am a wee little lady and while my muscular-150-MOM-pounds can totally take a ten year old, it cannot take seven-10-year olds. Who might have guns.

I did do something. I called the police. After this week I should have them on speed-dial.  They seemed worried and asked if I saw weapons.  I did not. They said they would check it out immediately.

I drove away feeling overwhelmed and the incredible urge to hold my son.  

I didn't realize until this moment that I was feeling so vulnerable, so fragile.  It explains the three panic attacks I have had this week.

Being a parent is hard.  Anyone who doesn't admit that has a secret stash of meth in the mornings and valium at night.  I have experienced happier highs and lower lows since Noah was born than ever before. 

And I actually love how human it makes me feel. 

Upon super close-up you can note the appearance of not one, but two, TWO, bottom teeth just north of that lower lip. MAH BABY, HE IS GROWING UP.

Comments

[Hilary]

Awwww! Last week there was something in the air or water or both that made a lot of people I know emotionally a mess.I am hoping this week brings much less drama. Either way your son's too-cute face and OMG so unfair pretty lips have got to put a smile on your and your readers' faces!