Recently, while on a playdate Abby hit her head when she was about fifteen feet off of the ground inside of a McDonald’s PlayPlace. It was so unnerving. I had no idea what was going on; she was screaming and wouldn’t tell me what was wrong, I couldn’t see her, and I am rotund enough that I don’t think I could have fit through the maze to get to her if she hadn’t been able to come down. In the end, she was OK but had quite a goose egg on the back of her head.
Parenting can be scary. There are so many what-ifs. There are times I’ve agonized over Am I doing this right? or Do we need to go to ER? There are so many scenarios that you face.
On a lighter note, there are often less serious happenings that can still cause your heart to skip a beat. Why are they giggling so conspiratorially? Why is it so quiet? Why is the bathroom light on? Here is the lid to the permanent magic marker, but what happened to the marker? Why did I just hear an “Uh, oh?”
This evening while I was cooking dinner Abby had asked to help set the table and I gave her napkins and silverware. She finished and said that she wanted to watch me cook. So, she sat at one of the barstools on the other side of the kitchen counter. She got down and I assumed that she went to the living room where my husband and son were playing. I didn’t give it another thought.
I walked around the counter to place a bowl on the dining room table and saw Abby huddled under the table. “What are you up to?” I asked. “Nothing!” She replied, quickly trying to hide something and wearing a guilty look.
Oh, Lord. My three-year-old was hiding under the table, sitting on the beige carpet using purple nail polish. Talk about frightening. I don’t know where she found it or how she opened the bottle.
I quickly steeled myself for the worst. She hadn’t tried to eat it. She hadn’t painted anything other than her toes. I breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness she hadn’t spilled any and didn’t make a mess.
She really didn’t do too bad of a job, but I am hiding all nail polish forever.