It has been a few days since my last blog, and although I have loads to blog about, only one thing springs to mind right now.
A few days ago I experienced something that I hope never to experience again. What could’ve been. After a particularly bad night with Jnr and a long day at work I sat in the living room after being handed a coffee and played with Jnr. I put the coffee on the bookcase and continued to play.
Having drunk some of the coffee, and knowing it had stood for 20 minutes, I knew that it wasn’t hot. It was no hotter than Jnr’s bath water but what happened next was horrific.
I watched in slow motion as Jnr grabbed the coffee cup and pulled it over himself. Just his arm, which wasn’t bare, and his legs – again not bare. To say I watched suggests I didn’t react. I did but everything seemed to slow down and I couldn’t get to him quickly enough. It is terribly cliché to say ‘time stood still’ or ‘the whole world slowed down’ but it did. I have never experienced this before and hope never to again.
Needless to say, Jnr was and is fine. The coffee was luke warm at best and so didn’t even mark him but it gave me my biggest shock yet. I know he can get things from the cup’s perch. I know he likes to pull things down. Why did I put it there? There is no reason, I have no reason and need no reason. For the next two hours after he went to bed I crucified myself, silently and mentally. What if? How could you? All these questions went through my mind. I can’t help but think that all parents must go through at least one of these moments. The ones I have spoken to have and I’m sure those that haven’t, will.
All I can say is that I hope that time never slows like that again for me or Mrs L.