You see, when I was young, I was in the hospital every other day it seemed. I had 13 stitches in my face by the time I was eight. I just want them to be happy, you know? Not afraid to do things but careful when they do.
Ok, Trish, get to the point, right? Ok, well here it is. Kids get hurt, they will get bruises, scratches, scars, broken bones, and even stitches eventually. I just have to make sure that I am there when they do, so I can assure them that they will be ok, so I can kiss the "boo-boo's" and stick a band-aid on it. I guess being out here, makes me remember how it was when I was a kid. I didn't have my mom telling me not to find adventure, or not to play baseball with the boys because I would get hurt. I did play...and I did get hurt and my mom was there to make sure I was ok. My challenge to myself this week is going to be letting my kids experience new things. I am going to (try) not be so over protective for one week...we will see how this goes. Just remember though, this is a really difficult thing for me to do. Babystep!
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