Bump Up

Today I was involved in a bump up...with a parked vehicle. Luckily, the Hubby was there to witness it with his own eyes or I don't think he would have believed how it all went down. He was as shocked as I was when he heard the horrible crunching sound because I (and he!) truly thought I had plenty of room to make my turn into a parking place. I revert to the frightened teenage girl when these things happen. My dad would completely freak out over things like this (no, not beat me, but rant and rave like the world would stop turning) and it just gets my heart racing. Of course, we went into the restaurant and found the gentleman who's car I sideswiped and exchanged info, etc. I was amazed when I was actually thanked for not driving off and letting them know what I had done. I can't even imagine leaving that mess behind! I had a brief little cry in the restaurant about it and the Hubs was super sweet per usual and I pulled myself together. After getting home from picking the girls up he told me the insurance company called and said we would have to pay a thousand dollar deductible. Well, that led to another meltdown. The silver lining? My sweet, precious 10 year old girl got up from the table as I sat there with my head buried and came up from behind to just hug me and hold onto me for a moment and to tell me it would all be ok. And you know what? She's right. I had an accident, I was called upon to do the right thing and in the mean time, my daughter showed me the compassionate young lady she is turning into. Priceless.

Back Pain

My back is tired. Macho Man is a little over two and I still pick him up and carry him around a good bit. People question why I don't just let him walk. Because. Because I don't want to. Because when I pick him up and he puts his little hands on my cheeks to be able to look me in the eyes, my heart melts. Because one day in just a few short years I won't be able to. And he wouldn't want me to even if I could. Because he is the last of my babies I will ever have the privilege to carry in my arms. The evil irony to having three children is that your last baby wants to grow up fast to keep up with the "big" kids. As a mommy, you realize how quickly those years slip past and you want to keep them a "little" kid. I can't remember the last time I walked around carrying Lovebug in my arms. I can remember the first time walking around with her, but not the last. Birdie is already too big for me to carry around. But Macho Man? While he may seem "too big to carry" by many, to his mommy, he is still just right for a little while longer.