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Attention! Attention! Calling all bad moms, yes calling all bad moms.

I had a moment last night where my son fell and hit his head numerous times and kept crying and crying. It was so sad, his little feet would whip out below him and he would fall so hard on his little back. Rushing to his aid I would cradle him and hold him tightly and say “it’s going to be okay, mommy’s here!” Where is the bad mom moment, well here it comes…

Here’s a little back-end of the story, earlier in the day I had polished our floors. Not only did I polish them but I swept, vacuumed, mopped and then I proceeded to polish our wood floors. Our entire house is wood floor except for the bedrooms. Our floors were desperately needing a good solid hands and knee scrub. It was a lot of work and I felt a huge sense of accomplishment….. until now. I placed my son in his little jammies getting him ready for bed with plenty of play time still ahead in the evening but I wanted him all ready for bed when Daddy arrived home from work.

This little man and his little jammies were in such a battle with our freshly polished wood floors. The bottom of his feet would whip out from below him. Causing him to fall on his back and ultimately his head. His little feet could not grab on, he had absolutely no control. He wiped out probably 6 to 7 times, yes I am a bad mom for even allowing that many falls. Finally I began to hold him but that didn’t work he wanted down, he wanted to run, he wanted to play, he wanted to get all of his little wiggles out before he laid his head down for the night. The very last time he slipped, he looked like Bambi on ice trying to walk for the first time. It was slow motion, his legs bouncing back and forth, back and forth and finally he falls, feet so high in the air he hit his head first. I ran to his side swooped him up in my arms, began to cuddle and hold him dear…. okay hold it… I wish that’s what happened! Although it did happen the previous 7 times unfortunately this time I swooped him up with a belly roar of laughter.

At that moment last night of snuggling and cuddling the 7 times he fell, it was so sad yet there was nothing I could do….I couldn’t make it stop. But the last time, I hysterically started laughing, laughing so uncontrollably hard I was crying myself. The very thought of trying not to laugh only made me laugh harder! It was that deep belly roar of a laugh, the tears were flowing and poor little Cooper being held in my arms crying big crocodile tears couldn’t understand, he would stop in the middle of a deep cry and look at me utterly confused and broken. This poor boy needed compassion and sensitivity as this was not the first fall of the evening. I handed him to his father who was in the other room and had no clue what had just happened; his son crying and wife hysterically laughing her head off.

Have you ever had a particular moment such as this? A moment where you have no control but something is so funny at that particular time that all you can do is deep belly roar? Do you ever have those moments looking back feeling like a failure of a mother? Where was that compassion and sensitivity that you always have?

HA! Been there, done that! But I must say it still gives me a good chuckle thinking back on it. There was no rhyme or reason as to why this was funny to me, it just was at the moment in time.

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