Don’t Run!!

Why oh why do they always have to run everywhere? I tell them time and time again to slow down, but they continue to run, and end up smacking into walls, tripping over their feet (didn’t I tell them to put slippers on and not run around the house in socks?) “Yes Ima” they say, which as you all know means “I heard what you said but at this time I am exercising my right to be autonomous, but I am not going to rub that in your face and make you feel bad and ineffective, so I will just say yes and continue about my business”.

7.30 am and the score is WALL – 1, CHILD – 0.

He’s fine. I actually got a “I know, Ima, I shouldn’t run….”.

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  1. You WERE a child, once, yes?

    Experience, short of Death, is the best teacher. Painful, as a mother, to watch your wise counsel go unheeded, but that, too, is experience – which teaches, “Mothers aren’t so stupid, after all.”

    Two weekends ago, we were helping to prepare a camp site on private land for a Boy Scout camp out. Some of us were riding down a dirt road on a little trailer being pulled by a pickup truck. We weren’t going fast, and there weren’t too many hazards. Unless you count the open gas can on the floor of the trailer…

    My son (14) was tired and thought it would be fun to lay down on the bed of the trailer with his face perilously close to the gas can. “You know, that might splash on you if we hit a bump,” I said. He and his fellow Scouts looked at me like I was being a bit TOO safety conscious. “Seriously. Sit up.”

    He sat up and found a face shield. I kid you not: a face shield. He put it on and lay back down, the lazy thing. Fine. Whatever – it will keep gas out of his eyes. Sure enough, we hit a series of bumps, followed by one big one that tossed us all up about an inch. And a few drops of gasoline splurted out the neck of the gas can, onto my son’s hair.

    The look on all the kids’ faces was priceless. Not only did my son get a lesson in “Mom’s not so stupid, after all,” but so did about seven other teenaged boys. They could not believe I’d called it so accurately. “Simple physics,” I smirked, as the Scoutmaster on whose land we were hauled my son over to the icy water hose and told him to rinse it off – since gas can cause skin irritation and possibly cancer. (Yeah, that one didn’t even have me a little worried – we are literally talking about a couple of DROPS of liquid in his hair – not exactly copious quantities of gasoline. I do think that on the drive home, my son was rather glad I’d given up smoking four years earlier.) But my point is this: No harm, no foul. And a lesson shared among several teens – teaching not only physics but the timeless “Mom’s not so stupid after all”? Priceless.

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