Let the mourning begin
Today was a sad day at our house. We lost two good friends today. The first being a result of a “football accident”. The second a victim of a short sheeted bed. It is all so depressing.
It started early this morning. The Robmonster was playing football in the living room. As fate would have it Grandma was right about playing ball in the house. How was I to know my son is growing up to be a place kicker for the Steelers? Innocently enough, he punted the ball right into the mantle. Right into the new flower vase which was acting as a perch for my recently repaired blown glass snowman ornament. Pieces of my sweet little white crystal man were everywhere. I cringed when I saw he was decapitated. And if that weren’t enough his tiny stick arms were broken off at the shoulders and the little birdhouse he was carrying was shattered.
I didn’t cry. I held strong so that I could comfort my son who knew he was in trouble.
“It’s ok, it was an accident”
“A football accident?”
“Yes, a football accident.”
“Daddy will be mad?”
“No, Daddy won’t be mad.”
“He won’t be proud of me anymore?”
“Oh yes! He is proud of you for so many things!”
How can you not love my sensitive little Robmonster?
Incident number two didn’t happen until Monster’s bedtime. As it happens we were missing one of his favorite things. It is a little glass red fish magnet. We got it at Dollywood on our first ever family vacation this summer. We searched this house up and down through half the night and most of today. I finally found it under the TV stand right about dinner time. He carefully stuck the fish back on his bed rail and went in several times to make sure it was there. (We spent several hours trying to explain why the magnet wouldn’t hook to the netting of his rail).
Then came bedtime. Normally the best time of the day. Once teeth are brushed and the potty is utilized we get down to the fun part of reading, hugs and kisses, and tossing him into bed. Yes, we have a count down and a toss onto his pillow. (It’s really quite fun except he is gaining too much weight and it’s going to end up being more of a slip than a toss.)
It happened then. I had washed his sheets today hoping I would find the little fish magnet hiding in his bed, obviously before I’d checked under the TV. Once washed, I managed to get the fitted sheet and left the rest for Dad. I dislike making beds. Seriously loathe it. I would rather do 14 loads of whites!
Anyway…..
I noticed the blanket was a little short and decided to take the easy way and just pull up on the covers. Somehow the poor little fish magnet became dislodged from its throne on top of the bed rail. I didn’t even notice. Husband heard it…the ominous crunch of breaking glass. The poor little fish had fallen and gotten wedged between the wood of the bed frame and the railing. CRACK! The tail was toast. The poor little red fishy broke almost in half.
The saddest part (and the whole point of this long sorted tale) is how heartbroken the Robmonster was. He was absolutely devastated when we told him he wouldn’t be able to play with fishy any more. Daddy might be able to glue his tail back on but he’d have to stay on top of the fridge.
“Fishy going bye-bye?”
“Well, sort of. Daddy will try to fix him but you won’t get to play with him.”
“Why not?”
“Once glass breaks it is too fragile.”
“I can’t play with it?”
“Nope, afraid not.”
“Fishy in the trash can if Daddy can’t fix it?” (big tears starting)
“Well, if Daddy can’t fix him then yes.”
“He will play with the snowman?”
“Yes, if he goes in the trashcan he can play with the snowman.”
(Lots of wailing now!)
“So he won’t be lonely?”
At this point I had to leave the room because I was starting to cry too. Who would have guessed my star kicker would be so sympathetic? So concerned for the well being of others even if they are made of glass? I glimpsed into my son’s future tonight and saw something that I like. As hard as it is to watch your child grasp that some things die I felt glad that he could understand!
It started early this morning. The Robmonster was playing football in the living room. As fate would have it Grandma was right about playing ball in the house. How was I to know my son is growing up to be a place kicker for the Steelers? Innocently enough, he punted the ball right into the mantle. Right into the new flower vase which was acting as a perch for my recently repaired blown glass snowman ornament. Pieces of my sweet little white crystal man were everywhere. I cringed when I saw he was decapitated. And if that weren’t enough his tiny stick arms were broken off at the shoulders and the little birdhouse he was carrying was shattered.
I didn’t cry. I held strong so that I could comfort my son who knew he was in trouble.
“It’s ok, it was an accident”
“A football accident?”
“Yes, a football accident.”
“Daddy will be mad?”
“No, Daddy won’t be mad.”
“He won’t be proud of me anymore?”
“Oh yes! He is proud of you for so many things!”
How can you not love my sensitive little Robmonster?
Incident number two didn’t happen until Monster’s bedtime. As it happens we were missing one of his favorite things. It is a little glass red fish magnet. We got it at Dollywood on our first ever family vacation this summer. We searched this house up and down through half the night and most of today. I finally found it under the TV stand right about dinner time. He carefully stuck the fish back on his bed rail and went in several times to make sure it was there. (We spent several hours trying to explain why the magnet wouldn’t hook to the netting of his rail).
Then came bedtime. Normally the best time of the day. Once teeth are brushed and the potty is utilized we get down to the fun part of reading, hugs and kisses, and tossing him into bed. Yes, we have a count down and a toss onto his pillow. (It’s really quite fun except he is gaining too much weight and it’s going to end up being more of a slip than a toss.)
It happened then. I had washed his sheets today hoping I would find the little fish magnet hiding in his bed, obviously before I’d checked under the TV. Once washed, I managed to get the fitted sheet and left the rest for Dad. I dislike making beds. Seriously loathe it. I would rather do 14 loads of whites!
Anyway…..
I noticed the blanket was a little short and decided to take the easy way and just pull up on the covers. Somehow the poor little fish magnet became dislodged from its throne on top of the bed rail. I didn’t even notice. Husband heard it…the ominous crunch of breaking glass. The poor little fish had fallen and gotten wedged between the wood of the bed frame and the railing. CRACK! The tail was toast. The poor little red fishy broke almost in half.
The saddest part (and the whole point of this long sorted tale) is how heartbroken the Robmonster was. He was absolutely devastated when we told him he wouldn’t be able to play with fishy any more. Daddy might be able to glue his tail back on but he’d have to stay on top of the fridge.
“Fishy going bye-bye?”
“Well, sort of. Daddy will try to fix him but you won’t get to play with him.”
“Why not?”
“Once glass breaks it is too fragile.”
“I can’t play with it?”
“Nope, afraid not.”
“Fishy in the trash can if Daddy can’t fix it?” (big tears starting)
“Well, if Daddy can’t fix him then yes.”
“He will play with the snowman?”
“Yes, if he goes in the trashcan he can play with the snowman.”
(Lots of wailing now!)
“So he won’t be lonely?”
At this point I had to leave the room because I was starting to cry too. Who would have guessed my star kicker would be so sympathetic? So concerned for the well being of others even if they are made of glass? I glimpsed into my son’s future tonight and saw something that I like. As hard as it is to watch your child grasp that some things die I felt glad that he could understand!
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