How many times am I going to have to blog that I am the worst mother in the world???
Arghhhhhhh....
You wanna hear the story?
Well, yesterday the family was invited to some friends house to watch the Grey Cup game. (Yes, I know that it's football). Anyway, we'd been inside visiting for about a half an hour and I was commenting that Gabe must be wandering around their house playing, as we had been over earlier in the week and he knew where the toys were. (He especially enjoyed the cats toys, you know, those ones that look like tiny mice? Yep, that's my boy). Anyway, Andre hears a banging on the door and runs up to see if someone else is there. He comes back down and asks if anyone is missing a little boy. I'm thinking "A little boy? Wierd!!"
Then he says, "Yeah, he's crying at the door with his little rifle!"
OH MY GOSH!!!!
So I boot up the stairs, and there is Gabe in the entry way, crying his heart out. I hug him and warm him up all the while saying "Gabe why did you go back outside? Why didn't you tell mommy? Are you okay?"
And he looks at me and tells me that he didn't go back outside, which is a statement I can't figure out until further questioning reveals that HE HAD NEVER COME IN!!!!
And after a half an hour of my wee one being outside in the snow alone, left there by his family, I didn't even think to look for him. I just assumed he'd come in with Ryan and the girls.
Anyway, he is okay, and hopefully not scarred for life, (although I certainly am), but the really scary thing about the whole thing is that while we were inside, and he was out there doing who knows what, there had been huge piles of snow falling off of the roof onto the walkway. The snow was melting and was literally coming down in giant heavy drifts. It sounded like thunder from inside. When we left and I walked over those hip-high piles of snow, I was so full of the fear of what could have happened. He could have been under a pile of snow and I have no idea how long it would have taken me to check on him. Holy crap, I cannot believe God is entrusting me with another one. Seriously, what is He thinking?
Well, at least I have One who is with my son always, protecting him and loving him, and being perfect when I have no hope of that whatsoever.
So pray for your kids ahead of time, friends, and please!! Don't be as dumb as me. God Bless!!!
Arghhhhhhh....
You wanna hear the story?
Well, yesterday the family was invited to some friends house to watch the Grey Cup game. (Yes, I know that it's football). Anyway, we'd been inside visiting for about a half an hour and I was commenting that Gabe must be wandering around their house playing, as we had been over earlier in the week and he knew where the toys were. (He especially enjoyed the cats toys, you know, those ones that look like tiny mice? Yep, that's my boy). Anyway, Andre hears a banging on the door and runs up to see if someone else is there. He comes back down and asks if anyone is missing a little boy. I'm thinking "A little boy? Wierd!!"
Then he says, "Yeah, he's crying at the door with his little rifle!"
OH MY GOSH!!!!
So I boot up the stairs, and there is Gabe in the entry way, crying his heart out. I hug him and warm him up all the while saying "Gabe why did you go back outside? Why didn't you tell mommy? Are you okay?"
And he looks at me and tells me that he didn't go back outside, which is a statement I can't figure out until further questioning reveals that HE HAD NEVER COME IN!!!!
And after a half an hour of my wee one being outside in the snow alone, left there by his family, I didn't even think to look for him. I just assumed he'd come in with Ryan and the girls.
Anyway, he is okay, and hopefully not scarred for life, (although I certainly am), but the really scary thing about the whole thing is that while we were inside, and he was out there doing who knows what, there had been huge piles of snow falling off of the roof onto the walkway. The snow was melting and was literally coming down in giant heavy drifts. It sounded like thunder from inside. When we left and I walked over those hip-high piles of snow, I was so full of the fear of what could have happened. He could have been under a pile of snow and I have no idea how long it would have taken me to check on him. Holy crap, I cannot believe God is entrusting me with another one. Seriously, what is He thinking?
Well, at least I have One who is with my son always, protecting him and loving him, and being perfect when I have no hope of that whatsoever.
So pray for your kids ahead of time, friends, and please!! Don't be as dumb as me. God Bless!!!
4 comments:
OH MY GOSH! You must be human! I hear ya, scary crap happens and we shake our heads and flog ourselves....cause that's what momma's do. On a side note, your Gabe is such the outdoors man! He and Jaala would have soooo much fun together!
Oh darling, your not a terrible mother, just human that's all.
Don't be too hard on yourself. It happens to all of us.
I love you.
Ok, not for a very very long time, but sometime you will all laugh about this. I am so glad Gabe is OK and while he might tell Oprah about this when he is a famous Canadian hunter, (replacing the crocodile hunter) it will be just to illustrate what a great childhood he had.
Love you and miss u
C
Oh my!! Cheryln is too funny!!!
We've all been there dear friend!! Just you wait till I blog about my Carter's mishaps soon!! lol
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