There are some days that being a parent is just downright scary.
Wednesday while I was at the office my cellphone rang with a call from my wife. This in itself was odd because usually she messages me on Google Hangout. Upon hitting the answer button, I was greeted with sobbing screams. Ladies and gentlemen, that’s just never a good sign.
Turns out my son tried to climb on his dresser and pulled it with drawers extended on top of himself. Have I mentioned the phrase “he’s all boy” keeps getting uttered around him?
I headed home to find him bouncing playfully on the bed in our room with Mommy and Willow watching and wishing they could join in. After a few pokes to make sure nothing was abnormally sore (while receiving gleeful giggles in response) and a phone call to the doc to make sure they didn’t want us to bring him in; we decided he was fine.
I wanted so badly to rush home and break down the door and charge into his room. Given the scene I had arrived at, I would’ve looked pretty foolish.
I don’t know if the ability to shut out panic is inherent in our gender, or if it’s just something I’ve learned, but it’s definitely a talent for which I’m grateful. I have a feeling it’ll come in handy through the approaching years.
I know this is the first of many incidents that will scare both me and my wife. We will probably learn many new ways to be afraid. I’m not sure our hearts can take it though.
I guess it’s time to break out the bubble wrap and make Wayne some new clothes.