|“Do not feed ME” bib. He sure did spend the afternoon sniffing for crumbs.|
Sadly, that same little red lawn chair was the cause of a nasty spill that left me jetting out of their backyard with five inch wedges, with my bleeding baby wrapped up tightly in my arms. River was kindly sharing the little red chair with a older child, and when she went to sit on the foot stool of the chair, she took a face plant onto the concrete. My heart broke into pieces. Mainly because I watched my baby fall, and I was too far to stop her.. to prevent her pain. By the time I ran to her, the damage was done, she was bleeding, whaling, and in pain. We ran to the bathroom and washed her innocent little face, and as she helped me hold the cold paper towel to her swollen lip and cheek, a sense of calm came over me. Her cries stopped, she felt safe again in her mamas arms. I hate the feeling of watching her in so much pain, but I love the feeling of being the one she trusts to take her pain away. I want to be that for her, always.