Remember the Toe post? I do. Because it was my toe. You should take a minute to read it. It is absolutely hilarious. Despite the fact that it happened to me.
Why do I bring this up? Because my little guy recently suffered a like injury.
Only unlike his numbskull father, I did not run boiling hot lava water over his toe in an attempt to cauterize the wound. I calmly cut away the torn skin and remnants of his toenail while he flailed and screamed and acted as if I were amputating his entire leg. All this from my normally tough guy who takes injuries with a grain of salt and moves on to the next challenge. Seriously? You would have thought I was using a rusty saw to remove his last limb the way he went on and on and on. I have no doubt it hurt, but the reaction was waaaaay over the top, even for a drama prone kid, which Little Man is NOT!
When I finally asked him what all the drama was for? He stopped crying for a moment, looked at me with his huge brown, tear-filled eyes and said..."I was afraid you wouldn't be here and I didn't know who would take care of my toe." Ouch. I know! Dagger through the heart moment, right?
What I can't figure out is why he thought I wouldn't be here for him. I was home when he left to go outside to play, did he think I would get in the car and leave while he was gone? Does he not know that I spend every waking hour worrying and thinking about him and praying for his well-being and happiness? Does he not realize that the worst nightmares I have involve me not being able to get to my children to help them when they are in the most desperate of circumstances? How could he think I would just go away?
I guess he had an irrational moment. Just like his mama does when, on occasion, out of the blue I imagine something horrific happening to my family. Have you ever had that happen? I hate that!
Now, there might come a day when he hopes I'm not home when he walks in the door. And if he hopes that because he is being accompanied by the police for some idiotic prank he pulled, then I would say for his sake he'd better hope pretty dang hard that his father answers the door. But until that day comes, I hope he knows that there is nothing that would get in the way of making sure I am here for my boys whenever they need me. Why? I Am Boymom. It's what I do.