Save Me From Myself

*"Me & You Makes ... One" will continue next time, honest*

I saw Denzel Washington's mama on TV once. She said she prayed that God would bless her children AND her children's children. Not a bad idea at all, I thought.

I saw no problem in asking God to protect my child from my own stupidity, so I did.

Months pass by ...

Some of you may remember when I won the BMOY award last year for allowing Rain to fall from our bed. I was devastated when it happened and told myself I would never be so foolish again.

Ahem. Let's pause a moment so my pride has a moment to leave the room.
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So, the other day Rain fell asleep on our bed. She had so much trouble getting to sleep the past few days, that I was more than happy that she had finally taken a nap. I piled pillows around her as a safety net, and sat in the next room to work. Rain has a perfect internal clock. She naps for 35 minutes when she naps. Not 45, not 25, but 35 minutes.

I was deep into editing a newsletter, fifteen minutes later, when for no reason a thought--like a drop right into my brain--came to me: Rain!

Normally, when Rain wakes up, she cries out for me to get her. She hates spending even 1 minute longer in the crib than is required. I didn't hear her make any noise, but I hadn't expected her to while she was sleeping, either. I thought, "I'll check on her in a bit, and see if she's OK."

Even while I was thinking that, I got up and hurried to the bedroom. I don't know why I was rushing, but I was. There, smiling like she just won a gold medal in gymnastics, was Rain.

She had both hands on the bed, and one leg hanging off the side of it. She was exactly in the moment of crawling back one step off the edge. My bed is almost 3 feet off the floor, and thanks to the pillow wall I had created, was even higher.

I did the slide-save better than some baseball players have done. I did it all to the chant of, "Stupid, stupid, stupid! Mommy is so stupid!" I mean, c'mon! How many times does the kid have to injure herself before I change my ways?

To soothe my conscience, I cuddled Rain for the rest of the afternoon. I apologized several times. Rain didn't seem to mind as long as the love kept coming.

So, I raise my glass to Denzel's mama, for her sensible advice to help the senseless. Hear, hear!

PS- The next day I took Rain to have lunch with Tim while he was at work. I almost cancelled because Tim didn't know if he'd be able to (tons of work to do). We went anyway (hey, I'm trying to keep the marital fire burnin') and had a good time. Later, we found out there was a fire in the trees and brush behind our apartment while I was gone. The firemen came and put it out. There is a large patch of charred ground from the street to the back of our apartment. The fire missed our place (we are the first apartment on that corner) by about five feet. Thank God for watching over us; and help me to not be bitter against the smoker who tossed his cig in the brush! :)