Mothers will go to great lengths to protect their offspring. As the old saying goes, you can do anything you want to me but if you hurt my child, I'm coming after you! I've seen mothers fight for their children both figuratively and literally. We make sure they are safe by buckling them in, making sure they have on sunscreen, and repeating all the safety rules before engaging in a new activity. And although I tried to raise strong, independent children who can take care of themselves, I've been known to do a few things over the years to protect my children as well. To this very day, I still remind my children to be careful, be aware, don't be complacent in your safety.
The year was 1988. My sister was visiting and we had a rare occasion to take all five of our children to a local pool for a day of swimming and picnicing. Their ages at the time ranged from 13 down to my youngest, who was 17 months old at the time. This particular pool had a nice green space where you could park with your picnic baskets, blankets, and all the other paraphernalia it takes to organize a motley crew for a pool day. We claimed our spot midway back on the grass and the children went to it! Not long into our outing, I noticed my 17-month-old toddle a little too close to the water for my comfort. This was during a time before "swimmies" became popolur and no one ever put a life-jacket on children at the pool. After all, weren't they just for the lake? But I began to get more and more uneasy as she moved closer to the edge of the pool very quickly. It never ceases to amaze me how little kids can move so fast! I called to my sister who was closer to her, but with all the splashing and general commotion going on she didn't hear me.
Being the protective mother that I was, I by natural instinct jumped to my feet and headed toward the pool. But somewhere along the way I lost my footing. Then something horrible began to unfold. As I got closer and closer to the pool, I also got closer and closer to the ground. I could feel myself going down. There are few things I hate more than knowing you're gonna fall and not being able to do anything about it. I finally went down right at the edge of the pool and, much to my delight, didn't hit the cement but fell right into the water! But this is the not-so-good part...I landed right smack dab on top of an 11-year-old boy and took him under the water with me. Like a bobbing buoy, he popped right up, reiterating over and over I'm alright, I'm alright, trying his best to look as though it had never even happened. I am fairly certain I wounded that boy for life and to this day he tells the story of the woman who threw him down in the pool!
As for my toddler, I'm not quite sure how she was saved from a plunge into the icy deep that was certainly over her sweet little head, but I think my sister was the true hero after all. She snatched my baby up as I took a boy down. Today I haven't changed much. Even though that same child is now 27 years old, better not mess with her or you're going down!
Once a mother, always a mother.
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