Well, Ryland and I had our first accident this afternoon. I propped him up in the corner of the couch and gave him his crinkly book he likes and walked away for a few minutes. I sat at the computer to send my resume to a few places and as I’m typing my cover letter, I hear “THUNK.” Time froze; my heart stopped beating and then dropped to my feet. I turned around and Ryland was lying face down on the floor.
I ran over to him immediately and picked him up, he was screaming, I was crying, it was quite the scene. We walked around the house a few minutes, me comforting him, he comforting me. We both finally calmed down and I checked him over and he was just fine and I checked me over and, apart from incredible guilt, I was fine. Then I started laughing. Because it was funny. Maybe I shouldn’t laugh, maybe that makes me a horrible awful mother, but I couldn’t help it. Just hearing that thunk and seeing Ryland lying face down on the floor…If he was HURT or damaged somehow, I would be slitting my wrists or something equally dramatic, but we got lucky on this one.
I suppose it has to happen to everyone—it just takes that one time for their child to roll over off the bed or the couch or the dresser or something before a lesson is learned. We both came out unscathed and now I know that Ryland can go from a propped up sitting position to a prone position, and then he can roll right on over.
Five minutes after the incident we were laughing and dancing and singing, so all is well again on Ryland Island.
- the simpsons.
- bleah to titles.