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“Let’s get all our Saturday chores done today because we won’t be here tomorrow, kids.” I laughed as the children stormed me with questions.

“Are we going to stay in a hotel?” asked one.

“Are we going to go swimming?” shouted another.

“Yes. We didn’t tell you before because we didn’t want to disappoint you if it didn’t work out, but we’re going to stay in a hotel that has a pool and you guys can show Daddy how you can swim.”

The five oldest children had been taking swimming lessons and four had just learned to swim. They were bouncing with excitement and it was impossible to keep everyone calm, but we finally were able to get all our chores done and the van packed up.

We left soon after Kevin got home from work. It was a beautiful day. We were going to have a wonderful time. What could go wrong?

The children could probably count on one hand the times we’ve been away from home over night. Money has always been tight and travelling with six kids is never cheap. I’d found a hotel with a 2 bedroom family suite that was really quite affordable, though, and what was even better was that it had a pool and free breakfast. I was as excited as they were.

Our first stop was the White Spot for dinner. The kids all got pirate packs and we all laughed at Joel as he downed a huge cup of apple juice and even managed to get his brother to give him some of his pop. My kids drink water, so juice and pop are pretty exciting to this two-year-old.

Joel ate a pile of grapes and several chicken nuggets in the shapes of anchors and fish. He ate a couple of bites of his ice cream too.

“Look at his belly,” I said while giving it a little poke. It was looking pretty round. “Can Mama have your ice cream?” I rarely order dessert—watching those calories—but I’m not above eating what my kids don’t finish.

“No, my ice cream,” Joel said while pulling the dish towards himself.

“Okay, well eat it up.” I spooned some of the strawberry goo into his mouth.

He made a face and then a sound came from deep inside his throat. I watched in horror as he threw up into his pirate pack. The mess was contained so I wiped up his mouth and prayed that nobody saw that. I moved away the boat—too soon. He threw up again, this time all over his clothes. I snatched up all the napkins and mopped him up as quickly as I could.

My only thought at this point was to get this kid out of the restaurant. I unbuckled the seat and helped him stand. It happened again. And it was even worse because he was standing. Time stood still and it became dream like. No, nightmare like.

I turned to Kevin, “Get him out of here—now!”

I kid you not, the little guy puked at least five times! I trembled as I wandered around snatching unused napkins off of empty tables. A waitress brought me a cloth and I washed everything down, paid, and escaped.

Shame. Horror. Embarrassment. Guilt. Queasy. Yes, I was experiencing all of those feelings. Did I say embarrassment?

This story doesn’t really have a point except that sometimes parenting can be very, very humbling.

By the way, Joel wasn’t fazed. He was perfectly happy and energetic. It was his mother that took about an hour to stop shaking.

 

To be continued . . .

 

P.S. – This picture was taken about 30 minutes after “the incident.” I can’t even guess how many times he ran up the stairs and careened down that side. Definitely not suffering. 🙂IMG_2472[1]

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I love it that children are so forthright; they haven’t yet learned to flatter. There have been times when I tried on a new skirt and the children have remarked that I looked beautiful (good). There have been other times when I tried on something new and they giggled and said that I looked funny (not so good!) I do keep in mind that this is the opinion of a seven year old, but I appreciate that it is an honest opinion.

Sometimes, the fact that children will say the first thing that pops into their head can be rather embarrassing. At church recently, one of my six year old boys said rather loudly, “Is that the bench for the old people?” when he noticed several seniors sitting in row behind us. What could I say? I felt like crawling under that bench! And then there is the dreaded, “Are you having a baby?” to a woman who isn’t. Oh my, children will humble us!

I was talking to a friend on this subject when she flipped through her Bible and pulled out a drawing that her daughter had made 20 years earlier. “It’s you Mommy,” her little girl had said all those years ago.

“What are all the wiggly lines on my face,” my friend asked.

“Oh those are your wrinkles,” was the quick reply!

I love it that this drawing has been kept safe these two decades and that it can still produce a smile or a laugh. It is a lesson that I am thankful we can learn from our children, how to laugh at ourselves!  🙂

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That … Was Awful

I had one of those “Why me?” moments last night. It was one of those very public and very awful episodes that every parent dreads.

I had taken all the boys into the grocery store. There was Ethan and Owen, my six year old twins, and William, who is 18 months, was sitting in the cart seat. Now, Ethan and Owen aren’t bad or disobedient in the store, but they do get excited and touch things. I told them to keep one hand on the cart at all times, and if they touched anything, they wouldn’t get to come with me next time.

Everything was going fine, and I was just looking for one more item to buy before we were home free. The cart was loaded up and quite top heavy. It was one of those belligerent ones that has one wheel that doesn’t want to turn. Well, it was just the wrong combination of: too much weight, a stubborn wheel and six year-old boys, (there was one on each side, gleefully rocking.) The cart crashed to the floor! I was just out of reach and couldn’t catch it.

William had gone down with the heavy cart, and had smashed his head on the concrete floor. Owen had his wrist trapped under the cart, and both of them were shrieking and howling. I quickly lifted the cart, so Owen could remove his hand, and picked up William. There was no blood, but Owen’s wrist was already swelling up, and I was worried about William having such a fall on his head.

Two women ran towards us to help. They gathered up the groceries while I tried to comfort my injured boys. Another woman brought ice, and still another put all my groceries in bags so we could leave.

Owen had stopped crying after only a couple of minutes, and all the ladies were telling him how brave he was. I was worried about William though. He cried for about 30 min and afterwards he seemed very tired and non-responsive. I was concerned that he might have a concussion, so we kept him awake, and when we got home I checked out head injuries on the internet.

The information that I read seemed to be in agreement that you should keep the child awake for at least 30 min. If he seemed normal, he could go to sleep after that, but you need to check on the child every couple hours during the night to make sure that the skin colour and breathing are normal.

William still wasn’t himself an hour later. He wouldn’t eat or drink anything and only wanted to cuddle in my arms. We finally enticed him with a popsicle, (takes after his Mom!) and he was chattering and laughing in no time. He later went to sleep without any trouble.

I set the alarm so I could check on William in the night, but it turned out to be unnecessary as he was awake much of the night anyway with a sore tummy, (allergies.)

Today the boys are fine and only have a few bruises to tell of their grocery store tumble. And me?…Well, I hate a scene, but that’s just my pride, (and it could use a few good knocks!) Really, I’m just thankful that my boys are alright and that I live in a place where people are so quick to offer assistance instead of judgement.

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