Heidi April 25th, 2009
This is Heidi.
I’m sorry to interrupt my son’s sweet pictorial narrative of our eventful trip, but I must tell you a brief story…..
Once upon a time, about two weeks ago, the Bubbers king and I were going back to the car after visiting our local care center.
“Hey, Little Man,” I said as we approached our car, “Would you like to walk along the curb while I unlock the car?”
“Okay,” he smiled like I knew he would.
Lately he’s had a fascination for carefully walking along curbs and I’d been impressed with his ability to keep his balance.
So I was hoping to take advantage of this fascination and keep him occupied and out of the road until my hands were empty and I could help him safely into the car.
Unfortunately, I misjudged the influence of a small bush overhanging the curb and intervening Bubbers’ path.
When he reached it, he let out a pitiful cry for help and I looked up just in time to see him lose his balance and fall, in slow motion, toward the pavement.
At this moment in time, Bubbers had a decision to make that was very difficult for him because he doesn’t like to get dirt on his hands.
And he knew that if he put out his hands to catch himself, he would get them dirty.
So, my dear precious boy fearlessly held his hands straight back as he fell face first toward the dirty pavement.
And even as he lay there with his face smeared against the pavement, waiting for his Mother to come and save him, he did not lose his resolve.
Those sweet little hands remained rigidly perpendicular to the ground and safely away from dirt’s harm until I scooped him up.
“I’m so sorry!” I repeated over and over as I held him close, “I should have kept a better eye on you. Please forgive me, I’m so sorry.”
Then I carefully put him in the car and wiped the dirt from his facial wounds.
I kissed him and gently said, “I’m so glad you’re okay. But next time, it’s okay to use your hands to stop your fall.”
He looked at me dubiously.
And I knew he wasn’t convinced.